My
delusions were my sad own,
They’d
be mischievously prone
To
play with my mental sanity
That
sadly imprisoned mad me.
I
was locked up in my mind,
Contemplating
reality in kind,
As
everyone was under scrutiny
A
mental and also stupid travesty.
For
a long duration of sedation
I
was under some investigation,
For
I was quite observably thick
With
the stick of being sadly sick.
I
travelled through a nightmare,
Without
a personal, caring care,
And
with shouts of suppression
I
created my own sad depression.
©
Andrew Stevenson 20/06/2017
An edited piece.
Thank you. Love love, Andrew.
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