A poem written by a man with mental health problems……
I lie on the floor with my headphones on
I lie on the floor with my headphones on the music is balm and pleasure
It helps my mind from blowing away
Like some old bit of paper, yellowed, loveless,
Destined to the gutter, smiling with a rotten mouth
catching flies, catching waste from every direction
with a long black tongue.
I lie on the floor with my headphones on, the music is balm and treasure
And my inner pain is treated with cool kind fingers,
With healing substance that enters ears first,
then all other regions, speaking, spreading to the spirit’s dryness,
like an oasis found at the end of a terrible struggle
in a barren, desolate place.
I lie on the floor with my headphones on, the music is balm and leisure
Some of the best experiences are when listening to music,
It doesn’t have to be a certain kind,
as long as one can absorb completely and abandon everything else
it can change one’s mind
it is sound food for the senses
I lie on the floor with my headphones on…..
NB: This poem was originally written for Mental Health Week and has been provided with the permission of the writer and Care Co-ops in Brighton & Hove.