Fading smiles blur in the rain
smudged by smog and jealousy
faces past grotesque, insane
stain my thought's intensity
I swim among the throng of hate
writhing from my empathy
I feel murder in their gait
then stumble out from sympathy
stammer apologies, assanine
their ears are glued to media
they can only keep in time
to solid gray hysteria
I break out into the roaring street
brains seized by delirium
their calloused stares cannot compete
with bipolar strained bacterium
Author notes
This is paranoia, depression, and pain from mental diseases wrapped up in pretty words. If you read over this slowly a few times, it will sink in gradually. This is one of my works that needs comtemplation, as a lot of thought and emotion has gone into it on my part.
This was written basically because my family has a history of mental illness.
My uncle is bipolar and my aunt is schyzophrenic.
My late grandmother was paranoid schyzo.
She was murdered in San Luis Obispo on July 11, over two years ago...
My grandfather was not mentally ill, but he was murdered by my bi-polar uncle (the whole story can be read if you look up Lee Leeds, santa maria shooting via google)
He is now in jail, awaiting his sentence.
I also suffer from a disorder.
I take medication, but they have not pinpointed exactly what it is since I am too young yet.
I cna say that these things are not fun to deal with and are no laughing matter. Now that I take medication I can live a pretty normal life, I rarely ever have lapses.
This poem is my muse screaming out about the millions who suffer from mental illness, dilusions, and depression.
The last stanzas of this poem are a common end to most lives tainted with illness... suicide.
If you would like to talk more on these such matters, feel completely free to send me a message.
Lysander
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Comments
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I LOVE IT. but I hardly know what to make of the end. Your rhymes are great, esp. because of the words you use, I love your vocab.
explanation, maybe? I love learning the inspirations behind some
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I'll put some in my author's notes.
there is quite a story behind this...
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