Hurrying
here and scurrying there,
Ever
watchful of people that stare
At
a lunatic going about his business –
And
a person in deep, mental distress.
Trying
to stay stable, in and out
Of
a maddening psychosis bout,
And
I may be madly inclined
To
worry you out of your mind.
But
I'm mindful of who I am and how to cope
As
I'm also charitable to the aid of some hope
Of
my being a gentleman with wise chivalry –
I
can also be quite humorous and witty.
I
am a multitude of characteristics, an enigma,
Alters
to cope with while suffering the stigma
Of
being mentally insane, a reject of society
And
a person of considerable notoriety.
©
Andrew Stevenson 21/03/2017
A re-edited piece.
This poem was written when my meds didn't suit me.
Thank you. Love love, Andrew.
A wonderful insight Andrew of who and what you are.
ReplyDeleteGood luck to you, as an Epiletic there is much diecrimination
about so know the pitfalls.
Yvonne.
Greetings Yvonne. Thank you for your understanding, it is greatly appreciated. I've been quite mad with a lot of my family! Blessings to you. Love love, Andrew.
DeleteDear Andrew ..our greatest consolation is the truth.. that is what keeps us free from lies that circle around us by the unseeing...You write with such honesty and beauty..keep on the good work... love and light ..joy
ReplyDeleteGreetings Joy. Thank you for your kind words, they are warmly received. Love and light to you too. God bless. Love love, Andrew.
DeleteAnother powerful and revealing piece, Andrew. Society must improve of meeting the needs of people with mental illness.
ReplyDeleteGreetings Louise. I agree with you whole-heartedly. Blessings to you. Love love, Andrew.
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