Lucius Furius

Sickness And Art - Poem by Lucius Furius

Of course you're right in saying that I'm sick:
No healthy person wants to kill himself....
But those psychiatrists' pills
'd kill me just as surely as this gun:
They'd kill the me that feels.

You ask how I'm doing.... I fear, not well....
By all objective measures I should be content,
but the heart mocks objectivity.
I cling to life by the thinnest of threads:
My art is the thread by which I cling....

Topic(s) of this poem: sickness, art, suicide

Form: Lyric

Poet's Notes about The Poem

This poem is one of the Humanist Art Homepage, Scraps of Faith poems.

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Poem Submitted: Friday, May 26, 2017

Poem Edited: Sunday, August 13, 2017

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