I used to so trippingly trip
When I was so very sick,
I imagined with delusion
Which was all a confusion,
Everyday I was in disbelief
And suffered insane grief,
It is not nice being unwell
As it’s having a spell in hell.
I try to take a positive from a negative,
And I reason with common sense logic,
I philosophise life with being pensive
As all of the suffering makes me sick.
God come back from whence you went
As many are starving like a fast in Lent.
Copyright Andrew Stevenson 23/09/2024
Thank you. Love love, Andrew.
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