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Wintry Mind
Somebody help.
Whether a poet or not, help.
Whether you find this to be a cry for help or just a poem, help.
Today the poison (schizophrenia) that's within my mind has yet again reacted,
causing a paralysis of my mind and soul.
Every season is winter for me.
Summer may bore the longer days though the rays are cold on my skin.
Spring's the birthing season though it's a miscarriage.
Fall is the season where the leaves begin to die, though their death holds so much beauty.
Then the short, dark days of winter, I'm home!
Oh, the snow falls so elegantly without sound...
oh yes, I appreciate the silence of the auditory hallucinations.
Help! It can't be winter all year!
Whether a poet or not, help.
Whether you find this to be a cry for help or just a poem, help.
Today the poison (schizophrenia) that's within my mind has yet again reacted,
causing a paralysis of my mind and soul.
Every season is winter for me.
Summer may bore the longer days though the rays are cold on my skin.
Spring's the birthing season though it's a miscarriage.
Fall is the season where the leaves begin to die, though their death holds so much beauty.
Then the short, dark days of winter, I'm home!
Oh, the snow falls so elegantly without sound...
oh yes, I appreciate the silence of the auditory hallucinations.
Help! It can't be winter all year!
Published 10th May 2019
Author's Note
I write poetry as a form of therapy. But I don't know how much longer it will stay effective. Help!
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20th May 2019 00:34am
The nature elements of this poem are well done, and by mixing a story of mental illness in you achieve something quite poignant. Reminds me of the poems of John Clare, who wrote in the 19th century and suffered a mental breakdown that put him in an asylum. x
20th May 2019 1:17pm
This is indeed a brilliant work of art. I have never seen snow before, but I think I can appreciate your feelings from the little I have seen on the television about a wintry day or night. Thanks to social media, the television and other forms of entertainment that have made our world a smaller place.
