My unfeeling ghost
(A poem about schizophrenics and those suffering from similar psychotic disorders)
In the morning, through the night
you always answer to my plights
i saw you all the time
i was convinced you were mine
i remember you, always near
your voice, crystal clear.
Even though i have never felt your embrace
you still manage to make my heart race
but i always felt like i was chasing a shadow
always disappearing, as if you lived in the corner of my eye
although you were never shy.
I wonder, were you a friend till my demise?
or a curse placed by my side?
till i took these "meds" i never could tell
after i did it felt like you died
or forever you had decided to hide.
Posted Jul 12, 2022, 6:52 AM UTC
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