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Thursday, 17 May 2018

At Times

I like a nice, quiet drink
Where I rationally think
About my mentality,
Sometimes a gravity
Of insane insensibility.
Yet, I love socialising
Without patronising
Negativities opposing. 

I have my paranoia moments
And suspicions with movements
Of the populace around me –
Paradoxically being free
But I still feel locked up
As I swallow, sip and sup.

© Andrew Stevenson 12/03/2017
 
A re-edited piece.
 
Thank you. Love love, Andrew.
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4 comments:

  1. nashvillecats218 May 2018 at 21:31

    Excellent poem Andrew, Enjoyed the read.

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    1. WordsPoeticallyWorth18 May 2018 at 23:05

      Greetings Yvonne. Glad you liked the piece. Blessings to you. Love love, Andrew.

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  2. Fundy Blue21 May 2018 at 19:27

    I'm guessing a person never truly gets over being hospitalized or institutionalized for mental illness. It has to color how one looks at the world. I enjoy socializing, but I much prefer a nice, quiet drink when I can just be. Have a good one, my friend!

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    1. WordsPoeticallyWorth22 May 2018 at 02:07

      Greetings Louise. I try and stick to routines, then I'm likely not to get stressed out! Have a good one yourself. Blessings to you.

      Thank you. Love love, Andrew.

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