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Portrait of a Man Suffering Delusions of Military Rank 1822
Inspired by the painting 'Portrait of a Man Suffering Delusions of Military Rank' by Theodore Gericault circa 1822 which was painted as a series for a psychiatrist to aid identification of mental illness. The poem is best viewed alongside the painting. I have lived my life, am now near it's end Found myself without family or friend The toil and labours burned my brain Made it difficult for me to make sense, to explain The frustration of speaking to any of these White coated men toting so called degrees Determined to shine lights in my eyes Confuse and accuse me of telling them lies For what aim would I lie to any of thee I am due some respect and the choice to be free Questioned and mocked, notes written down Knowing glances passed all around Disregard all I've done for the good of this land Don't they know I was looked up to, in command These delusions they bleat on about day after day Perhaps they are lost for something clever to say I surrender, I'm out manned and out gunned I have no proof of rank, I'm shamed and I'm shunned Every man that once stood by my side Every one of them lost, all have long since died I stand alone with no medals or forms Captured in oils and labelled in scorn I know myself and what I've achieved Need to block out the words 'mental disease' These quacks I know I should really outrank But it seems it is I who is finally outflanked Your Option Again Poetry Contest Sponsored by: Brian Strand 1st place
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