Your tears
They cut deep
Mental illness
From you speaks
Our arguments
Wild and strong
Between father
And his son.
The darkest days
Have cut you deep
Stressed and tired
Unable to sleep
Seeing danger at
Your every turn
Whispers are plots
Your brain to burn.
Yet in a smile
A you of old
Memories which
Are made of gold
I still believe
In a fathers heart
We can overcome
Make a fresh start.
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Author:
nephilim56 ( Norman Dickson) (
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- Comment from author about the poem: mental illness effects not just one member of a family but the whole family
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Comments7
This is a lovely poem on a relationship affected by the paranoia of an illness and the desire to still make it work building off old alliances. Well done my friend.
most kind, thanking you and very much appreciated
You are most welcome
Hope keeps us moving forward. Most inspiring dear friend. 🙏🕊️
thanking you, much appreciated
Most welcome 🙏🕊️
Norman, what a heartfelt poem. I appreciate that you neither romanticize nor shy away from the reality of mental illness. Instead, you hold onto compassion and the hope that love can still find a way forward. That final stanza is especially moving. Beautiful work, my friend. 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛
thanking you, always much appreciated my friend
There’s a hard tenderness in this—love sitting right beside confusion and pain, neither one letting go.
Even in the fractures, the ending still reaches for repair, like something refusing to fully break.
spot on my friend, thanking you much appreciated
A fine write N.
Meanwhile - now you're both waiting at the bus stop. lol.
NO SUNDAY SERVICE, SAME AS MONDAY TO SATURDAY LOL !!!!!!!!!!!!!
lol.
Such a tough topic to write about, but you've pulled it off beautifully Norman.
Well written.
- Syd 🍄
thanking you my friend, much appreciated read
Such a shame that mental illness has occurred Norman. That love will always be there though.
Andy
much appreciated read, thanking you
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