Friday, January 3, 2003
Written In Northampton County Asylum Comments
Rating: ★3.2
I am! yet what I am who cares, or knows?
My friends forsake me like a memory lost.
I am the self-consumer of my woes;
They rise and vanish, an oblivious host,
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8/1/2025 5:36:11 PM # 1.0.0
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) .