Infectious Poem

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by Julia Macpherson

This poem has been sent to me by Julia Macpherson’s mother. Julia, who sadly died, wrote this powerful poem whilst suffering from depression.


You think it is contagious, don’t you?

That is why you won’t catch my dull eye

for fear a spark of despondency will set light

to your carefully-combed hair,

if you touch my face, the dread may spread

from my drawn expression to your smug one

The shabby bleakness of my clothes could,

God forbid, create wrinkles in your smooth attire

It is possible the persistent quiver in my limbs

affects your posture, giving your stance a slight stoop

Do you honestly think I need putting into isolation,

when I have accomplished that for myself?