Schizophrenic

Um... idk.

Asleep in bed,

my dreams

disturbed my murmurs

fingers claw at the bed seams.

I awake to a scream, a shriek,

it is my own,

for the monsters have found what they seek.

I calm down.

I don't see them.

Where are the creatures

whose whispers haunt my mind,

I close my eyes.

There! There they are!

Behind my closed eyes,

that is where the monsters reside.

Gruesome, bloody...

me, that is that I see.

They laugh, they tell me things,

tell me what to do.

They tell me if I listen,

they'll go away.

Their reflective eyes glisten

in light behind my lids.

Do it, do it now,

and this fear will leave,

Do it, do it now,

let the monsters win.

And then we'll leave.

I obey, and pick up the gun,

as I pull the trigger I hear one last thing:

naïve,

don't you know not to listen to me?

Author's Note

just kind of came to me, but not my favorite. Reviews please :)

Reviews

[shawlyn]

Hi Sophie,
It may not be your favourite, but it is a very strong and compelling poem. For one so young, you show a good deal of insight into the mind of a disturbed person. Your last lines definitely are very chilling, but a brilliant way to finish the poem as well as the character. Keep it up.
Regards
Shawlyn

[Lydia]

Wonderfully written, as always.