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Just a thought floating in my head.

Let's give it up

For the man with the slowly declining mental health

He writes these poems to maybe reach out to someone going through something similar

He knows what it's like to be completely alone

Unable to talk to anyone

Because who would listen

In a world that can't stop talking

So that's where he comes in

Almost like a big brother

He's been where you are 

He's currently living it

And wants you to know you're far from alone

You subjectively experience it by yourself

But many people experience the same thoughts and feelings too

They just have a different lens to look through

-@dillonleejensen

Reviews

[Edward Tapper]

Dillonjensen What a very poignant poem, I like the way it flows and its structure. Having had to deal with many case of dementia the way you have worded your poem does you credit. The one failing is I am not a fan of your first line "Let's give it up". I have always associated that with a round of applause (for a man with mental health problems?), I am sure that is not your intention. Would you consider a different first line? To me you have the answer underneath your name "Just a thought floating in his head" fits in so well with the flow of your poem.
Edward (hedgehog1)

[dillonjensen]

Wow! Thank you for your kind words and review. I think with the first line my intention was a play on that line. In my line of work I help people every day in nursing homes (physical therapy), so it was more of a play on the fact that I cannot help myself through my problems. I really do like your idea though. I can see how the first line is somewhat awkwardly placed.