The Mind's Eye
A mind's eye casts, imagination,Â
To seek the company, of all invited,
All expected, all are present,
Affectionate faces, warm & welcome,Â
A lonely self, no longer solemn,
Imagination's, conjured reunion,
Friends though passed, present & vivid,
Neglected memories, recited, recounted,
To take their place in recent past,
History rewritten, to savour to last,
Years of loss, Insignificance clear,
A warm embrace to they now near,
Integrated in seclusion, welcoming in mind,
The man lies content, accompanied in kind,
Segregation enforced by society's will,
The faces dismissed by the might of a pill,
The colours faded, the warmth dissipated,
For progress is measured, in lack of illusion,
Skin turns cold, mind grows blank,
Faces mutate, to unrecognition,
A mind now incapable, to conjure, to evoke,
Suspended animation, no hunger, no desire,
Integration in union, by the order of the vacant,
For all that be left, may cause no disruption…
©️ 2020 Graham MarshallÂ
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Well written Graham Marshall..
thanks for sharing..
Thankyou ❤
A compelling piece dear poet brother!!…...Psychosis in poetic prose!!…..ALL STARS!!…….well done!!……..LOVE & ROCKETS!!…..T xo : )
I'm honoured brother ❤ i don't write poems, I only write experiences that rhyme sometimes...
My favorite line in the poem:Â
What that means to me is having recurring negative thoughts and / or memories that keep you from sleeping and thinking with clarity. I speak from personal experience. However, the poem is well written. I was happy to see the poem was about mental illness and not a metaphor. I added a poem for you that was inspired by your poem. It's personal, nonfiction and all too real for me in my life of living mentally ill, and as a creative writer & creative reader.Â
A Poem for you:
Psychosis & HopeÂ
By, Katina Woodruff BorgersenÂ
April 3, 2020Â
Thoughts, images, sound, external voices.
Bright beaming lights – a loud voice, “I’m God.”
“No.” I begin to tremble with fear. “This is not real.”
Extended in self-disbelief, this has to be, maybe a ghost.
In traffic one bright sunny afternoon, I closed my eyes;
I walked out into the road, now deemed a highway.
Neighbors came out, saw me laying down on the grass
near their drive way, I was so scared.
Unknowing I just tried to commit suicide, by automobile.
Looking up from the green grass, to the bright blue sky.
Paramedics, one confident police man, I remember how he stood
next to his patrol car that day, a look of fear, or concern.
Since that time, I have walked with my head down.
Embarrassed, deeply ashamed for have ever going through
this deadly event, Psychosis, but unfortunately, I did.
Today is better, the night sweats and cold chills, gone.
Getting off my bipolar medication, with each passing day.
Time will tell, if this decision however rash, will improve
the mood, give me, a life – back, however flawed with
depression and manic episodes. I’m taking it back, one
day, one small ounce of hope at a time.
Dreaming of a day – no longer afraid of going back to this
deadly event, ever again.
I'll return to give you a proper review. I was inspiredÂ
to write after reading your work. Thank you!
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I honestly can't compete with your reply, I feel that anything I say won't do your reply justice. All I can say is thankyou & if my poem has helped you then I'm truly honoured.
Please don't be alone if you ever feel that way again. Sending you ❤ from afar & keep writing, you clearly have a lot to live for.Â
Stay safe katina❤
Graham ❤