Saturday, 11 March 2017

How I Was

Medication is unkind as the side effects play
In your body and mind to make you sway;
As I wrestle in restfulness and grapple with I sanity
I am full of hopefulness to remain hospital free.
At times I lose my senses and can become delusional
With lots of pretences of being paranormal.
I have different characters that play a different game
With seriousness in natures similarly the same.

Angry at some who follow and watch at a distance
And come the morrow are still in existence:
I can argue and bout with strangers in the street
Scream and shout in a paranoia heat.
The memories are many with a violent few
With sorrows to nurture and forgiveness to pursue.

© Andrew Stevenson 11/03/2017

A sonnet.

Thank you. Love love, Andrew. Bye.

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