TW: description of depression
I want to share this poem that my dad sent to me today. I hadn’t seen it before, but he wrote it back in the 90s. It’s about depression. It’s pretty powerful I think. He’s always been really artistic – he writes, plays music and he used to paint, too. He’s the reason I got an A in Art GCSE, why I became obsessed with volcanoes as a child and why I thought that pixies visited the bottom of our garden (Plasticine modelling was another skill of his).
Have a read and feel free to leave comments.
Ode to a Tormented soul – by Simon Winstanley
Find me in my corner still,
Alone and trapped in thought;
Find me by the window sill,
Wretched, empty yet seeing nought;
Find me in the garden, with blooms that gladden hearts;
You will not find me.
See me in the local tavern,
Strained smile, conversation shallow;
See me scale the hills in Malvern,
My awkward gait my skin so sallow;
See me in the springtime, the season to lift the spirit;
You will not see me.
Watch me by the market stall,
How conspicuous I must seem;
Watch me by the city hall;
An interest in architecture suddenly redeemed;
Watch me as I saunter a lonely man in a crowd;
You will not watch me.
Take me by the hand and lead me,
For I cannot see the way;
Take me into your heart and trust me,
Into a sunlit glade I pray;
Take me to that place that soothes me in my dreams;
You will not take me.
Understand me please is all I ask,
And help remove this awful pall;
To Love me! perhaps an impossible task,
For I must be the sheep in the devil’s shawl.
I walk this Earth on my terms only,
Destined to a life that’s so very lonely.