Poem
Poem
Once when I was ill, I decided that I should never forget just how I felt on that one day. I am not a depressive person by nature, (quite the opposite), but on this day, my illness got to me.
I am no poet, I can barely write English, let alone attempt to form verse. This would be especially true when I am ill, since it is usually impossible to do any kind of intellectual work whatsoever. Therefore, I seem to have opted for a very 'free' style, without any constraints whatsoever.
A friend likened it to the kind of prose written to express teenage angst, which I suppose is probably a good description. So if you find the poem a little 'over the top' then all I can do is to apologise, however when I wrote it, I meant every last word.
Sad link Only follow, if you really are sure you want to read it.
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