Sane And Able But Banished

My pains in life are an open book,

My face lines have nothing concealed,

Walk past, give me that second look,

Horrified at the revelations revealed. 

Could you use those lines to write

All of my violent angst and stresses,

While shaking inside with no respite

Like my author wills and blesses. 

Blessed me with little or no will

As I am a puppet being mastered;

Preordained with mighty skill

By a Biblical Fatherless bastard. 

Strong words I regrettably know

Will ruffle a few dove feathers,

But hardship runs so terribly slow;

A canter of our endeavours. 

Yes I drank and was a drunk,

But it did not numb the pain,

Like a wounded ship I sank

To rock bottom again and again. 

Take his pen; can your ink flow

More gracefully than my before,

Take the present time to know

Human nature at its deepest core. 

Upbringing and peer pressure

Can influence, shape and form,

Individually can get the better

Off an innocent victim’s ‘norm’. 

Superficial zombies like me

Earth’s lonely streets engulf,

Stare hard and you might see

A lamb beneath a howling wolf. 

If you could write my last chapter

Would an understanding lady unfold,

And would we live happily ever after

As my greatest love story ever told. 

© Andrew Stevenson 12/03/2017 

The poem denotes mental illness. 

The phrase ‘Biblical Fatherless bastard’ in the last line of the third stanza is indicative to the devil.

 

Thank  you. Love love, Andrew. Bye.