Psychosis
What is psychosis but a sinkhole
Where the self loses its parts and whole
Tied to a big rock called depression
Every attempt for leverage is doomed to recession
Psychosis is a double bevel knife
That joyfully tortures a person's life
Every fragment is a derelict
feeling guilty like a convict waiting for his verdict
Rising becomes as reality, an illusion
There is no hope for resolution
Copyright © Literary Waves | Year Posted 2019
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