SkullCracks

A poem from the point of view of a phsychiatric patient.

My mind is

Twisted

I wake up

Screaming

From the voices

Inside

My own head

My

Shattered shell of a

   Head

 

 

The blank walls

They

 

S

T

A

R

E

 

At me and

                                      My suffering

 

My sickening scars

 

                I  

 

D

I

S

G

U

S

T

 

           Myself

 

 

Everything

Is in

 

C             i               r              c              l               e             s

 

 

 

A

T              O             M            S

 

P

L

A

N

E              T              S

 

Tiny CIRCLES of PILLS

That

taste

sour on this body’s tongue

 

 

Sometimes

 

I give myself

 

B        A                                             D

R

E             

A

M           

S

 

Author's Note

This is actually intended to be disjointed.
I wanted to capture how jumpy and illogical the mind can be when diagnosed with a sickness.

Reviews

[Elena]

This is fantastic. It definitely feels disjointed and eccentrically amazing. Though I am and never have been a patient, this is sometimes how I go through my day, without the pills. I think I'd be fine re reading this over and over again just when I'm feeling a bit too sane, if you know what I mean. We all need moments like this, in my opinion. Let it all out! This was great CX

[T L Barnes]

This is a wonderful piece. I love the way you've put it together, it really portrays a disjointed mind perfectly.

[J. R.]

I absolutely love the disjointed feel of the text. It really conveys a sense of illogicality and jumpiness. You've created a truly original piece

[NovaKai]

Wow, re-reading it and remembered how much i love it!!

[NovaKai]

gah! i love it!!! this is probably the most interesting looking poem i'v ever read XD
i absolutely love it!!