Poem:

The following poem was composed soon after the publication of my novel, titled ALL ABOUT BRIAN, written and published on a similar topic:

He hears strange voices in his head

Wherein exist the evil forms

Of groundless fears and morbid dread –

Those unrelenting mental storms!

He’s like a schooner in a gale

That moves but with a tattered sail.

There’s neither silence anywhere,

Nor harmony of time and space,

But pandemonium everywhere

And bitterness in every place

Where all the elements collide,

By which he sadly can’t abide.

He must escape the painful dread

Of doubt and apprehension now!

Still the voices in his head

By every means, no matter how!

He knows no hell, save that within

Himself alone; he knows no sin,

Except what constantly he hears

As undisputed facts of life;

He knows no wrong, except his fears -

The inner depths of pain and strife,

Perceiving fantasies and shades

Of senseless images of Hades!