Found Then Lost

I walk but want to run, as I am eager for expression of mind,

But I am on a leash, as medication can sometimes be unkind,

And during this lapse of my true faculties, I drowsily think

And understand sorrow of heart that can cause a bad stink.

Despair can be blood thirsty, and eat up your consciousness,

And as you feel faint with the pressures of some seriousness,

You can understand my daughter’s worried perspectives

At a seemingly 'alter' of character in my insane objectives.

I like to sing, laugh, and enjoy friendly banter connotations,

And have come out of my shell of sluggish palpitations –

A paradox of a duration that flowed with a fast beat

As I endured fearful relations in a mad, paranoia heat. 

© Andrew Stevenson 17/03/20`17

 

A re-edited piece.

 

Thank you. Love love, Andrew.