Doll-Faced

A poem about my brother's struggle with Schizophrenia and our relationship.

 

I
Child jaunts to the endless, scowling woods
Tracks into a harrowing world unlike his own
A pathway not preferred by himself but his feet
He treks with leaves pulverizing in loud echoes

II
You were lost into a sector I can not even fathom
I perceived a laughter that daunted, rang the night
Not like the morning bells that ring at eight am
Church bells that deplore quietus of a regal saint

III
His vision was clouded with obscure mirages
His thoughts echoed with discordant phrases
His ears heard requiems of malevolent people
He did not feel the presage fragment of pain

IV
I packed for a journey to the great forest
To look for a child with sand colored hair
Blue eyes that twinkled with a smile
Tall bones and a sordid blanket trailing

V
The boy child shuffled behind a hallow tree
He knew the woods well and I didn't
An unfair game of hide and seek we played
I won as I held the shaken boy in my arms

VI
My doll-faced pariah with concave, round eyes
I don't know you but I have grown to love you
And grown we have as the years traveled on
Where your laughter subsides to a gentle sigh

Author's Note

Tell it to me straight

Reviews

[ELii]

I love the imagery. This truly inspired and touched me.