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Monday, 21 January 2019

At Times

I like a nice, quiet drink
Where I rationally think
About my mad mentality,
Sometimes a sad gravity
Of insane insensibility.
Yet, I do love socialising
Without any patronising
Negativities so opposing.
 
I’ve my paranoia moments,
Suspicions with movements
Of the populace around me –
Paradoxically being so free
But I still feel so locked up
As I swallow, sip and sup.
 
© Andrew Stevenson 12/03/2017
 
Thank you. Love love, Andrew.

4 comments:

  1. Thank you for sharing your ill health with us Andrew. You are not mad but someone who have a very good heart and a wonderful way with words.

    Yvonne.

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    1. Greetings Yvonne. Thank you kindly for your nice words of comfort, which I appreciate. Blessings to you my Friend. Love love, Andrew.

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  2. Your poetry poignantly expresses how someone struggling with a mental illness feels, Andrew. You give voice to those who may not be able to explain their feelings and suffering!

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    1. Greetings Louise. I try not to go to unfamiliar places because of how I feel. I'm alright with my Family and Friends though. Blessings to you my Friend. Love love, Andrew.

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