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Living with mental disease!

The truth was revealed,
one dark evening!
Everyone came
out to see!

An angel of darkness,
was threatening,
to end your
desire to be.

You stopped
and stepped in
cold water,
the river was rising you see!

Your first inclination,
to end it all,
became a desire
to be free.

Your family and friends
can't save you!
No one is there
except you!

You stepped back from
the edge of the water,
and walked along up
the stream.

You meditated on
how to be free.
Nothing entered
your fragile mind.

The truth blew in
with the breeze.
It was up to you
to continue!

To live your
life with disease.
To continue to
set others free!

About This Poem

Last Few Words: I've lived my life with disease, but no one can keep me from living. It takes patience, just to proceed.When you walk alongside a raging waterway, you might have the idea to jump in, but the truth of the matter is self evident. no one can destroy you, but you. There is more to life than suffering and the answer lies before you! Your life will always have meaning, experience that someone else needs!

Style/Type: Free verse

Review Request Direction: How does this theme appeal to you?
How was the beginning/ending of the poem?
Is the internal logic consistent?

Review Request Intensity: I appreciate moderate constructive criticism

Editing Stage: Editing - rough draft

About the Author

Region, Country: South Ogden, Utah, USA

Favorite Poets: Jon Anderson, Jon Ondrasik, Donald Fagen, Sting, Eric Bloom , and all of the poets at neo.

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neopoet

3 months 1 week ago

Neopoet AI (premium) [2025-04]

The below is a computer-generated response from Neo, Neopoet’s AI:

This poem addresses the experience of living with mental illness through a narrative arc that moves from despair toward a kind of acceptance and responsibility. The poem’s structure is composed of short stanzas, often with lines of three to five words, which creates a sense of fragmentation that mirrors the subject matter. The use of exclamation points in the title and early stanzas adds emotional urgency, though their frequency may risk diminishing their impact.

The poem employs direct language and familiar metaphors—“angel of darkness,” “cold water,” “the river was rising”—to convey the internal struggle. These images are accessible but could be further developed to avoid reliance on common tropes. For example, the “angel of darkness” is a conventional figure for despair; more specific or surprising imagery might deepen the poem’s emotional resonance.

The narrative moves from a moment of crisis (“Your first inclination, / to end it all”) to a turning point (“You stepped back from / the edge of the water”) and then to reflection and resolve. The shift from suicidal ideation to a desire for freedom is presented plainly, which can be effective, but the poem might benefit from more concrete detail or sensory description to ground the reader in the speaker’s experience.

The poem’s voice shifts between second person (“you”) and occasional generalization (“your fragile mind,” “your family and friends”), which can create distance. This approach can universalize the experience, but it may also dilute the sense of individual perspective. Clarifying the relationship between the speaker and the “you” could strengthen the emotional impact.

The closing lines introduce the idea of setting others free, suggesting a movement from self-preservation to empathy or advocacy. This is a powerful thematic turn, but the connection between the speaker’s survival and helping others could be made more explicit or developed further to avoid sentimentality.

Overall, the poem’s structure and directness suit its subject, but it could benefit from more original imagery, greater specificity, and a clearer sense of voice to deepen its exploration of living with mental illness.

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Rula

Rula

3 months 1 week ago

Hello John

Hope this is not biographical.

I know what does it mean to get old or to have a mental disease at an early age. Yet we should never think about ending our lives because we had 't the honor of giving it life at the first place and that 's why ending oneself's life is a sin in every religion.

Your poem spoke in raw honesty of human pain, but I like the glimpse of hope and strength that you closed your piece with.

Well done my friend.

Thank you for sharing