It's Your Crazy
It’s your crazy
Paranormal Poetry Series
What are the feelings I feel
That rattle inside my cage
Like boulders and wrecking balls
Slamming against my heart
With every crash and smash
Tissues are ripped away
As bricks of the beating muscle crumble
And fall to the soulful ground
To be used as material that builds up stone walls
Higher than before
Stronger than needed
Fortified refuge from what my heart should beat towards
My mind tells me of visions
Of horrible thoughts
That haunt me to extreme pains
Firing synapses into demented zones
The only person I can talk to
Is the person whom I lay on the virtual couch
Explaining my fearful sights and sounds
That rush into my mind as terrorizing cinema photography
Wanting help to heal my pain
I ask if what I sense is real
Or of the insane
The answer- it's your crazy
It’s your crazy
It’s your crazy
It’s your crazy
It’s your crazy
How can something that seems so real, not be
How can something that correlates with reality, not be
How can timing of instances, not be
How can, it all just not be
Time and time I ask for truth
Is what I see and sense real
Or do I believe what is told me
That it’s clinically diagnosed as a disturbed
Phantom of the disillusioned existence
Shall I lead a life of mental cushions
Trapped inside my head of padded cells
Laying silently knowing for self intuitiveness
Or admitting to my psychosis of what it is
Do I accept, it's your crazy
Do I trust, it's your crazy
Do I listen, it's your crazy
Do I admit, it's your crazy
If what I see is real
And saying that means alienating my own self
From someone that holds my last beating breathe
In a clutched fist of anger
Have I done what I was afraid of doing
Standing up to my visions of empathic reality
Driving me to the breaking point
Of acceptance to get strapped away silently alone
How as I lay closed up
Distancing me from my own self
Taking me further from closeness
And into beliefs that fight togetherness
Good for what I truly want
To be with
To be near
To be
I scream out louder with every question
Is it my crazy?
Is it my crazy?!
Is it my crazy?!!
Is it my crazy?!!!
Is it real ... or really just me????
Copyright © Bryan Whatley | Year Posted 2010
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