I can tell you from personal experience regarding mental health that it does get easier, in time you will make it.
I think that is what Dylan was getting at, the below poem, in my opinion was not just about death, but about life as well, don’t just wither away and die.
Never give up.
The showers are becoming longer, Can’t wash off the unclean. No matter how hard I scrub, Cannot scrub off what I’ve seen. Your touch is now toxic, and the air is too filthy to breathe, if you’re too close – it makes me sick, and a filthy doorknob is enough to make my inner animal […]
via OCD — Hunter’s Thoughts
The below poem was written by Leslie Coulson. For those who dont know, he was an English journalist and a poet of the First World War. I am currently reading In Flanders Fields which features this poem.
I wanted to share this poem as I feel this is just as poignant now as it was then, possibly more so as we never seem to learn from our terrible mistakes.
Who made the Law that men should die in shadows ?
Who spake the word that blood should splash in lanes ?
Who gave it forth that gardens should be bone-yards ?
Who spread the hills with flesh, and blood, and brains ?
Who made the Law ?
Who made the Law that Death should stalk the village ?
Who spake the word to kill among the sheaves,
Who gave it forth that death should lurk in hedgerows,
Who flung the dead among the fallen leaves ?
Who made the Law ?
But who made the Law ? the Trees shall whisper to him:
‘See, see the blood – the splashes on our bark !’
Walking the meadows, he shall hear bones crackle,
And fleshless mouths shall gibber in silent lanes at dark.
Who made the Law ? At noon upon the hillside
His ears shall hear a moan, his cheeks shall feel a breath,
And all along the valleys, past gardens, croft, and homesteads,
HE who made the Law,
He who made the Law,
He who made the Law
shall walk along with Death.
WHO made the Law ?
(poem sourced from Poem Hunter on Google. Image sourced from Google, unknown)
I am finally getting around to reading this book my brother got me for Christmas last year. I highly recommend it. The poetry and the illustrations throughout are deeply moving.
To help fight off those Sunday blues and get the blood pumping.