Faces blur by
Up and down the hall
Crashing,
Colliding
In my broken mind
Of fractured realities
The vacuum of voices
Chattering,
Mumbling,
Whispering,
Sucking my thoughts
Out of my head
My hands swing by my sides
I like the rhythmic feeling
I swing them to the music
That plays in my head
I breath in
Then out
And wish I could fix
The haywire circuitry of my brain
I wish reality was more
then a crazy kaleidescope
of colors,
and sensations
I wish connections made more sense
I wish I had friends
I wish I didn't hear the voices
I wish i were normal
I wish I weren't schizophrenic
A contest entry
- Welcome Home to Bedlumn by CoundessaScarlotti.
450 points, ended May 5, 2008, 10 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest - schizophrenia by formless.
750 points, ended August 16, 2008, 10 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Please tell me what you think
Comments
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I can really relate to this. I know what schizophrenia is like in a way, because my grandma had it, and I most likely will, too. My favorite part is:
"In my broken mind
Of fractured realities"
It uses such beautiful imagery. Amazing work.
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This is a great example of what I was looking for, but I'd really like to see a better line structure. The imagery is wonderful though.
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