Crazy
Im a refugee fleeing from the fumes in my brain
Runnin in the hopes of one day I will feel no pain
In mind ive seen the glory of the coming of the rain
Till then I lace my boots walk amongst those I once labeled as insane
I cant figure out, what came about, where’d my memory go
Images flash, images pass, the meaning I don’t know
Wake to this hell, wake in a cell, incarcerated in my own mind
Under the prison, thrown away is the key, what I can’t remember, how can I find….
Voices over voices, non stop chatter, I can’t gather
A single thought, left to rot, I know not
My name, where I’m from, they say bumb, I’ve gone numb
I know that there was a time when I was someone
A husband, a young lad, a loving brother, a son to a mom and dad,
But now I’m schizophrenic, and will never know what I once, or
Those I once, in my life truly did or did not have,
Tomorrow hopefully I will lose the one thing I still carry
A heart that fills and spills for I’m
crazy
Crazy
CRAZY SAD......
Copyright © Michael Arehart | Year Posted 2010
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