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[title] => Last Star On The Left
[time] => 2010-04-07 03:06:47
[hometext] => I am recently recovering from a bad bout of depression and have been using poetry as a therapeutic medium. Never having submitted poetry before, I was amazed to receive such an encouraging reply. This poem is dedicated to Lisa.x.
[bodytext] => Last Star on The Left The man awakes, not from sleep but from darkness. Pain and grief, unimaginable has plagued him. One man living as two, disparate, divergent and destructive. Now at last, perhaps he has found awareness. He has lived a life of pain, of such great sadness. No help would he take in his eternal battle. Like most in his condition he elected to go it alone, To cure his grief and his schizophrenic madness. It cannot be done, this ill-considered self-diagnosis. We are but Men and Women without adequate prognosis. There comes a time, a spark or some stimulus That can force us to confront this abhorrent psychosis. For me it was a matter of a continually shrinking universe, A world that had been reduced to the size of one room. No friends, no life save work, no contact with society. My life had become insular, shrunken and perverse. There are those in this world who recognize and care, Through training and practice but just inherently aware That there are many out there who just cannot cope So with goodness within them our journey they prepare. Exhaustive and painfully we are forced to face our fears But the madness and suffering starts to withdraw. To share is cathartic, both painful yet comforting. With time and persistence we begin to roll back the years. I have not really reached that safe and holy summit. There is still more work and pain to undertake. I set my sights and aim for the last star on the left And I know in myself that I will never submit. Alistair Muir 06/042010 [comments] => 5 [counter] => 237 [topic] => 55 [informant] => aliopterix [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 9 [ratings] => 2 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => dedicatedpoems )
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