I Was

Medication is unkind as the side effects can play

In your body and mind to make yourself sway –

I wrestle in restlessness and grapple with my sanity,

But I’m full of hopefulness to remain hospital free;

At times I lose my senses and can become delusional

With lots of pretences of being extremely paranormal;

I have different characters that play a different game

With seriousness mad natures similarly the same.

 

Angry at some who follow and watch at a distance

And come the morrow are still in my existence –

I can argue and bout with strangers in the street,

Scream and shout in a sad insane paranoia heat.

The mad memories are many with a violent few

With sorrows to nurture and forgiveness to pursue.

 

© Andrew Stevenson 18/03/2017

 

An edited piece.

 

Thank you. Love love, Andrew.