Bad thoughts trap you
in a fantasy world of
warmth, safety and delusion,
not knowing you are
open to the elements.
The rain of abuse.
The hail of criticism.
The storm of anger.
You stumble over wasteland
covering your eyes
with your fists.
Bewildered, confused and
battle-scarred.
You are utterly alone.
About Me
- Bonny Moulton
- Painting has always been my passion, my love. I painted in secret until I went to art college. Then maybe something happened. I don't know. Just before my degree show a psychosis attack hit me from nowhere and during the last 12 years mental illness has dogged and destroyed my life. The doctors call it Obsessive Compulsive Psychosis, but it could come under a number of labels. This illness and the experiences from it obviously runs through the themes of my poems. Last year I suffered a subdural haemetoma and now live with part of my head missing. It was at this time that poetry came into my life. For I found I could attempt to say more about the world with words than with paintings. I am a practising Christian.
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