What psychiatrists don’t realize.


What psychiatrists don’t realize. Life according to my late son, David. A poem from the collection that we found in his apartment after his tragic death.

 Psychiatrists don’t realize that

My life is slipping through my fingers like water.

Time is passing … long years, dull years

Without any happiness

Without any hope.

                                          David.

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