Something Not Quite Right
the man had a flat expression and showed no emotion
he seemed disconnected his movements bizarre
and his eyes lost sometimes standing motionless
on the busy street corner
with his little dog I always gave him money
(what's a few bucks to me )
thinking this is someone's child baby
oh he was sloppy his hygiene lacking
the man's memory muddled confused
but he did have a history locked within deep inside
at nineteen he was hearing voices paraniod
thoughts hullucinations bizarre
(like the pope was from outer space) delusional
he had withdraw from society run away
did not want to be a burden no one understood
disorganized and poor judgement
made working impossible they yelled at him
(he threw away his pills)
he wrote in cheap journals from
edge to edge top to bottom words jumbled meaningless
(in a secret language)
he did not show happiness agitation pleasure but
for some reason sadness oh yes sadness
was written all over him I could see feel
that and he did have love a real deep love
for that thin scraggly dog and I thought
some may think he is a drunk
but they are wrong this is
schizophrenia
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August 4, 2015
Poetry/Free Verse/Something Not Quite Right
Copyright Protected, ID 15-697-431-0
All Rights Reserved. Written under Pseudonym.
For the contest, Mental Illness,
sponsor, Nathan D
Fifth Place
Copyright © Constance La France | Year Posted 2015
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