I
had a relapse, arguing at a bus stop
And
using myself as a theatre prop
I
threw my arms about in a rage
For
a considerable, lengthy age.
I
was delusional and frightened,
As
my perception heightened
I
was fearful as to what might ensue
As
passengers stuck to me like glue.
You
knocked into me, not me into you,
It
wasn’t my fault, you already knew,
Leave
me alone as I am prone
To
moan in an argumentative tone.
I
think, who are you really, and why
Are
you offended enough to cry,
As
you struck the first verbal blow
With
your partner behind in tow.
©
Andrew Stevenson 12/03/2017
A re-edited piece.
Thank you. Love love, Andrew.
These things do happen in life Andrew. A great read and much to learn from it.
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Greetings Yvonne. This happened while I was paranoid and delusional with my bipolar! It upset me! Blessings to you for your understanding. Love love, Andrew.
Delete"I was delusional and frightened" hurt my heart, Andrew. You paint evocative feelings with your words.
ReplyDeleteGreetings Louise. Yes, a poignant piece. Thank you for your kind feelings, they are warmly received. Gladly these episodes were few. Blessings to you. Love love, Andrew.
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