Schizophrenia

Two sunsets a golden dog 

visits me every other day 

it refuses to play if I don't bark 

at the willow tree in the yard

 

The placid lake awaits my fate

beyond the leaves in my back yard I see eyes

They are out to crucify, inversely I suspend 

creases on my palm contain ancient maps

 

Volatile rage fuels on triggers 

sending me off to nebula socialisation shatters

dragons debate pressing matters in my ear

imagination or hallucination, suicide my dear 

 

The snapping of my own neck

like a twig stepped on in grass

till my eyes return to normal 

A meal I seek out fast 

 

Imagine I cannot escape this fate

gravitate into a state of dementia

where dreams are real & I forget my mother's face

The abyss awaits

The abyss awaits

Reviews

[Harmartia Poe]

I am intrigued by schizophrenia and I feel that the poem's content greatly captures the scary essence of the disorder. I adore the visual effect of the text at the end of the poem. Well written :)

[KeeD]

Yes it's unreal how scary the disorder is, thank you for reviewing.

[ms. barrie]

your words blurred the lines when depicting the maelstrom of chaos of the mind's
psyche, yet one acknowledging the fragility of the soul's descent into madness,
very eloquently. brilliant word choice
and fluidity. Syd or Sid? Barrett comes to mind. Anyhow, great job, Keegan!
thanks for sharing :)

[KeeD]

Thank you for reviewing, Maelstrom indeed, good choice of words.

[ms. barrie]

you're very welcome Keegan was a pleasure, gripping write

[jacob erin-cilberto]

deep and dark and even though i have not suffered from this disease...i feel that you present the state of chaos so beautifully here.

jacob

[KeeD]

State of chaos, I love how you frame words to depict exactly what I try to speak out through my poetry. Thank you for reviewing Jacob