The
days are long, a burden to bare,
I
cast my eyes at the TV and stare,
In
a trance of considerable confusion
Contemplating
reality and delusion.
I
speak in an authoritative tone,
Rambling
on to moan and groan,
Yet
I am alone at home talking
With
many alters persevering.
A
character here, idiosyncrasy there,
Aggressive
behaviour with a flare,
But
this can change to being hilarious
Rendering
my mentality as frivolous.
©
Andrew Stevenson 13/03/2017
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Thank you. Love love, Andrew.
You convey what it is like to be mentally ill with clarity and power. But it's difficult to realize that such insight comes from experience and suffering, Andrew.
ReplyDeleteThank you for your understanding Louise. Glad I am now well. Blessings to you. Love love, Andrew.
DeleteTV can be a blessing Andrew,
ReplyDeleteCan also be a curse.
Sometimes the programmes one watches.
Can certainly make you feel worse.
Loved your poem.
Yvonne.
Greetings Yvonne. I hardly watch the TV these days, got so much to do with my poems and novels! I enjoyed your verse. Blessings. Love love, Andrew.
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