Fallen Apart Poem by John Ackerman

nd to make it even challenging
to be gifted bright
everyone just wants a piece of
u....and half the time the creative
part of madness makes people
unique...
belief in God did not cure me of
the malady
nor the rivers of medications ive
already tried with countless pyschiatrists
doctors..
the counselling helped much and greatly
the meds to their thing
but in the end we are left dealing
with our own paths.trails
which are not often easy
as some would want...

a lot of people struggling with this are gone
and the righteous world look down
on those afflicted....
finding fault to fire and not hire
and surviving on pensions
they grind and groan about the lazy
slackers...when the plant shut down
the look on their faces told me it all
then came their breakdowns
so its not easy
but some have it all their life so they
know this jungle...
its beauty and horrors
going upriver is work
plain and simple

but in the end the glory and the joy
given in small wonderments are gift
enough...