Fractured

My cousin describes schizophrenia

Thoughts spill like black tar

twisting through a labyrinth

Fleeting joys,

ruinous ploys,

The mind dissolves in myth,

Shadows on the cornea 

distort reality,

Whispers in the cochlea

taint my sanity.

Consciousness is a like curse,

a twisted hymn, a hollow verse

Carve my name in blood,

The only thing that's real.

Etch it till I bleed,

Then death can take its fill.

Reviews

[K. Louis]

I think this is a powerful and honest portrayal of what it must be like to live with schizophrenia. The language is rich and evocative and it conveys a sense of struggle and confusion. The lines about consciousness being a curse and carving your name in blood is wow.