Going back a good few years ago I had what I prefer to call ‘an episode’ that wasn’t very pleasant. I’d always suffered with mood swings and irrational moments but on that fateful day, I crashed. Lucky for me I had a great network of friends and family to help get me through that rough time.
During that mind frying moment I had, what I can only call, an odd experience. It’s not something that I can explain, not only would it sound bonkers but I’d be a little fearful of people knocking on my door wearing white coats holding a special jacket for me.
Maybe the poem will explain.
MisledWhen I went mad
Sometime ago
While I was getting older
I heard a voice
Inside my ear
T’was an angel on my shoulder
You’re not alone
It said to me
As I was getting colder
From fear
Hanging on to me
And confusion taking over
I turned my head
And tried to glance
Cause I was feeling bolder
Only to see
T’was nothing on me
Left alone and feeling bitter
And then a thought
I cringed a bit
Could it have been a deceiver?
A devil
Making fun of me
Of that I’m now a believer
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