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  • MY BATTLE WITH MENTAL HEALTH

    The mind plays tricks on me

    And all I want is to be se free.

    There must be a cure out there

    to grasp and embrace

    Before I make the choice to 

    leave the human race.

     

    One day I am okay and thinking

    what to do

    Embracing happiness but there 

    is always a big queue.

    I think all the time as my head

    is list in war

    A war of being "normal" but that

    does see afar. 

     

    There are lots of other people 

    who suffer just like I do

    And no one can see their suffering

    it's hidden - that is very true. 

    You always are dreading each and

    every day

    You hate life so much it only brings

    you dismay. 

     

    The cloud gathers round as it grips

    your soul real tight.

    But you've just had enough of it 

    and you don't want to fight.

    You are fed up of the so-called

    "professionals" always preaching - 

    they always know best

    Even before the meeting you have

    failed the test.

     

    The test to see if you are sane - some

    are patronising 

    "We're not going to "judge" you - but 

    our "ability" to "listen" is really so

    amazing!"

    You are just a number on a list of

    boring paper filed away

    When there is a "vacancy" we'll ring

    you, maybe today!

     

    But your fight goes on against an

    evil so invisible

    And all you can really do is pop 

    another pill!

    Is this a life I truly want? There has

    to be an answer

    Do these so-called "professionals" 

    just treat me as another chancer? 

     

    The system is at breaking point 

    and they cannot help everyone.

    Some will 'fall through the net' - it

    is true I know someone. 

    The world around you has no 

    meaning - as you lose the will to

    live.

    But before you do depart you find

    the will to forgive. 

     

    Mental health is invisible I know 

    that is very true.

    It is also a coward and it doesn't 

    just attack a few. 

    So where the gell do I go? You can't

    run away from the Devil?

    Mental illness is always there - it

    really is so evil. 

     

    If some nice person can find a cure

    one day - even if I pray,

    You will become very rich because

    you can end all dismay. 

    Until that time does get here - I'll try to

    carry on as I am able to.

    But it really is so very difficult - and 

    that is very true.

     

    BY

    DARRYL ASHTON 

     

     

     

     

     

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