Sonnet: A Lost Friendship

You were my friend then: now almost stranger!
Our friendship appeared once very glorious;
What happened meantime, gives me great anger;
Our friendship no longer remains serious.

Fool you were, to be misled by others,
Who drove a giant wedge ’midst our friendship;
Cut off is our friendship, which me bothers;
A nadir has come in our relationship.

What years of intimacy have been lost?
You’ve been foolish, very much on your part;
Our friendship today is just but a ghost;
Won’t your eyes see the true love in my heart?

Dear friend however, you can’t be my foe;
I hope that our friendship, blossoms once more!

by Dr. A.Celestine Raj Manohar M.D.,

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John neatly captures the essence of depression, where the world - and our friends and acquaintences - become aliens. Stability is replaced by rapid and unexpected changes, so that one is never sure that the prevailing mood will last for any significant time. I doubt if anyone who has not suffered severe clinical depression would really understand John's assertion that it is possible to be lonely in a crowd. I have loved this poem since I first read it - in St. Andrew's Hospital (Formerly Northampton County Asylum) .