Never hold discussions with the monkey when the organ grinder is in the room. - Sir Winston Churchill

Hallucinations

Every syllable you utter makes pen-prints indelible Words signed forever: no eraser in my mind Thoughts never label me, though you do - irreversible Your unfeeling: my narcosis a lined and tough rind That mean stare a diagnosis, another descending stair Reach no solace inkind. Your jibes against me aligned To wear myself as I would I cannot dare Instead build walls, masks, coffins and contain the danger of pain When bare words condemn me, I withdraw still aware This sane Alcatraz, Hades, this my shelter will remain Until I wrest my insanity from white pills white gloves white eyes They will never explain my feelings, my crooked washing rain Spies, all of them, "Memorize the size of the skies," They cracked my shell. "Rise," my voice cries, and dies This is a tercet using common rhyme scheme ABA BCB CDC DED EE It tries to capture the confusion of a hallucination, and the frustration of medications that don't make a difference... the pain of not knowing what is real and what is not, and the small feeling you get when ridiculed



© ateana
2020-05-18

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