Chetta Achara Poet Rhyme

Notes About The Poem

Image by geralt at Pixabay

Schizophrenia

When did you start hearing voices,
when did they start making choices
to determine your world

and crack that first bottle
or did the first pipe full smash on the throttle
sending you racing

downhill into the unescapable maze,
driving deeper into the dense purple haze
of paranoia?

I don't see the people you say are watching,
or the man living under the floorboards
and the plan he is notching

to murder you while you sleep,
if the drones "they" keep sending
don't sweep in and reap

your forma mentis for metanalysis,
or psychoscopic phenomenographic cogitation,
or steal your cannabis first,

and I can barely comprehend;
your unreal reality is a fine damned 
mess for the rest of us!

♡Like0

Share Poem

---

Post Comments

Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem. Negative comments will result your account being banned.

Please Login to post a comment

Hilda Greenhough May 4, 2024 at 7:55 AM A well written poem on schizophrenia. It helps to make one rule; they must take medication. I have had the easiest relationships with schizophrenics ( this word is not offensive). They seem to be good people with a serious problem. They rarely can live with family. Thank you for opening this subject. Chetta Achara May 4, 2024 at 10:16 AM Sadly, my family member won't go get the help she needs. I love her, but can't have a relationship with her until she gets help for her mental illness. Thank you for your kind words.