This is a poem that I just wrote that I felt called to write. It is a poem about my experience being psychotic and paranoid. I hope that it helps others to understand what it is like to have a mental illness.
The Voices That Speak
i look
they stare
they laugh
what do they know?
what do they see?
are they after me?
the voices speak to me
in whispers
in loud voices
confusion invades
the very essence of who i am
who are they?
i recognize their voices
voices loud and clear
near and far
pointing fingers
blaming me
killing me
i say the lord’s prayer
and forgive those who trespass against us
Lord, please make them stop
invasion of my mind
confusion in my soul
chaos in my being
i take the medications
want the voices to stop
desperate
want the people to stop killing me
slowly the voices fade
i escape
but not without a fight
they stop killing me with their words
their accusations
i emerge
and become whole again
the person i was before the voices
their voices become just a memory
the experience a distant nightmare
the confusion fades
the chaos ends
and i am me again
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