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I turned to face the distance
and there was a rigid air of
loneliness and discomfort in my bones.
And there was an empty chair for
all my friends at my birthday party,
perhaps they forgot to come again
like last year. Love used to be
so easy. Now there’s only
a concrete crown of thorns
on my head . I try to smile,
but its as if everybody knows when
to laugh and when to cry. And
my family sees me like an
ornament on the mantle-piece.
I’m not an ordinary and animate
person any more, as spiritually there is
a battle raging within. The giants of
depression and psychosis are at war with
my heart, which has turned to stone.
David Holloway (c) 2011
The Colours of Schizophrenia