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