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Mar 2017
The fear of life’s rich pattern, is an affliction that can be seen,
from princes to paupers, and everyone in between,
The daily grind and intensity, that plagues the very soul,
relief is sought in different remedies, for seeking a loophole.

Throughout history many have suffered, from this sensitivity,
personally I find respite, in oblivion, and my creativity,
of course, this is not a perpetual state, it comes on like a cloud,
but when it hits, it envelops you, almost like a shroud.

Brad Pitt, Gwyneth Paltrow, Abraham Lincoln, Churchill and Mark Twain,
just a few of the well-knowns, who have suffered just the same,
I especially like Churchill’s phrase, he described it very well,
He had times, when the Black Dog visited, and his descent, to utter hell.

It’s described as a mental disorder, but of course, there are many forms,
Those who suffer mildly, to those, where life, is a constant mental storm,
For those who can sleep at nights, it affords a margin of respite,
Until the dawn comes again, and you’re back, into the fight,
Plan my day, what am I saying, it’s not as easy as that,
Should I get up or stay in bed, swirling mental promises, am I as mad as a bat.
from behind my eyes, my problems are insurmountable, with unabated haste,
What’s even more disturbing, are my contemporaries apparent distaste,
For an affliction that affects, one in three people, in the working space,
A web of illusionary sickness’, woven to hide, what’s exactly taking place,

As you may appreciate, this is part of me,
But in this crowded room, can you identify, another three,
probably not, it’s a taboo subject, secretly you devise coping mechanisms,
knowing all along that my openness, will cause me, much criticism,
I’ll even go as far to say, that some, yes some psychiatric professionals, dispense dubious wisdom,
Stop taking the medication, get out more, find more life rhythm,
Well, that was certainly my intention, but it’s a bit like taking away an addicts drugs,
and saying, there you are, you’re fine now, don’t get in to trouble, your family will give lots of hugs,

If only that simple, there’d be no need, for mental health command,
From Alzheimer's to the psychotic, and for all that in between, there would be no demand,
I fear, I shall dispense my wisdom, from experiences, I’ve had a few,
Your on your own with some things, unfortunately, it’s your life to chew,
Normal, what is normal exactly, and on whose measure do you gauge, for the treatment to take,
So please give us crazy people, a considered, even break.
Written by
Brian Pickering
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       Lior Gavra, Demonatachick and nivek
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