Written by: Simon Smith on his 400th birthday as his mental illness took hold of his mind.
It took it
I see the many pictures
The person is always smiling
Looking so happy no care in the world
An Innocent kind and caring face
Who is this person in these pictures?
I do not recognize the face
Yet somehow, I know it
I think for hours who is this
Finally, I ask who this person is
The question seems to shock everyone
Who is it, why won’t they tell me?
They look at me and speak slow and low
It is you.
Don’t you remember?
My mouth speaks without me know
Of Corse how could I forget I was kidding
One thought comes to my mind
The darkness has taken something else from me.