schizophrenic soulA Poem by Joe Barone
these voices
sound, ring, blast through these ears i hear the words, phrases a man, his voice tells me the common things i do not remember nor care to recall the shivers travel through my exhausted body, soul, mind before i sleep, and then the day is the worst, these images fade, disappear into the vague, stale, static air i do not see yet i do it's there and real, living i cannot escape these things won't leave now i don't think the voices, images, won't fade nor change. schizo i think SHUT UP i hear I WANT MY SANITY BACK it's been happening a while i see I WANT MY THOUGHTS LEAVE! there is something wrong with me
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2 Reviews Added on November 15, 2013 Last Updated on November 15, 2013 AuthorJoe Baronebrick, NJAboutjust an averag e20 year old, working, schooling, handling life. writing is a passion and a therapy for me. i love my friends, [most] of my family, life, and all the small things in between :) more..Writing
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