Psychiatrist

Psychiatrist

She may never be mine

My hefty love as for eternity

She describes the fantasy

As reaching for a helping hand

I have loved few women

She knows it grips my mind

Dark desire, I have made light of

She may never know my Schizophrenia

abates when she dishes out the drugs

My diagnosis is love

My prognosis is poor

A remit to my past

She may never find another

patient like me

She may never be mine

If I tell her she will transfer my case

to a colleague

I know I am not merely infatuated

We have had children together

They say it is a delusion

We will marry

I, a poet of little repose

She a Doctor with experience of such matters

If this goes on my recovery will be slow

Unfortunately, I am paranoid

She's been watching my every move

I love her without regret

The truth now does she love me?

She's had to see a psychiatrist

Karim Harvey

23.8.14