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Oct 2017
None did share
your lonely sorrow
in your darkest hours
your poignant words ne'er ceased to flow

drawn from the furthest depth
of your pierced heart and bruised mind
the darkness that haunted your days entire
with all reason long left behind

but the green fields
the flowers and trees
among which you laboured
every moment you did please

where were those who
once loved and did treasure you?
they became more strange
than strangers--not even a few

were willing to remember
you as a long-lost friend  
as you lingered hopelessly in the cell
where for two decades you did spend.
I was 13 when I read his poignant poem I Am which he wrote from the lunatic asylum where he stayed for 20 years
Written by
Dr Peter Lim  M/Victoria, Australia
(M/Victoria, Australia)   
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