My Psychotic Mind
In my head, things aren’t always right,
Darkness looms, threatening to cover the light.
There was a time, when all was muddled and completely askew,
The madness reigned, constantly recreating itself anew.
At times I thought my mind was connected, to everyone in the world,
Their hopes, dreams and fears, all connected to me, completely unfurled.
I felt I could speak to others, by projecting my thoughts,
I lived in a fantasy world, my sanity forgot.
I knew I was the savior reborn, here to right the wrongs,
I was secret agent to the world, but for my power, evil would not be long.
Today my mind is mostly calm, the voices receded,
The occasional delusional pattern tries to be seeded.
When my mind was lost, it was then that I truly found myself,
For when the sanity returned, the old me was put on the shelf.
One cannot always see the struggle within us,
In our minds we are not always master, despite all the fuss!
Copyright © Patrick Whelan | Year Posted 2015
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