The Waterroom 
by Seán Crowley
Dreaded, damp and dark as pitch
Standing, slipping on this sliding floor
Wet walls, wet floor, cold in its wetness
Shivering, slithering silent cold
If I could see, I would see my breath.
Silence till you scream and shout, rasping
your throat, throttled by tears, salty sweet,
The rest is rather bitter
What could I have done?
What hell, What hell did I give another?
Forgive me, forgive me please my brother
Let the light in, or let me out
I cannot see my way, in this
Dread and dark, damp and bitter cold
They turned me round, and round so now
They won't let me out, won't let me out,
I can't find my way-
1 - Waterroom: an 18th century psychiatric treatment, where the mentally ill or disabled patient, was disorientated in a dark room, which would contain a deep water pool. In trying to escape the room, they would inevitably wander into the pool, the shock of this was the aim of the treatment.