The Sinkhole
With this psychosis, faces wear dark, angry stares,
and all at once, chills travel up and down my spine.
Transfixed, immobile, their stark leverage declares-
from fragment of my mind- that they had crossed life's line.
Those bevel faces, I do recognize from past;
an EMT, back then, I watched them pronounced dead.
But now a derelict- I feel confused, harassed,
by these strange visions that appear outside my head.
They point their fingers at me, and I know not why.
I feel accused somehow, as I fall to the floor
and shut my eyes- no resolution- they defy
to go away, for when they open, I see more.
Oh God, this horrid sinkhole sucks me in with ease-
trapped by each illusion- damned Parkinson's disease!
Sandra M. Haight
Premiere Contest: Eight Word Challenge
Sponsor: Kai Michael Newmann
Words to use: psychosis leverage fragment bevel
derelict resolution sinkhole illusion
Fictional write in the first person for this contest - but based on the true
hallucinations of a family member with Parkinson's disease. With this disease- psychosis and visual hallucinations are the most common other than motor problems.
(Revision of a former poem posted in 2018)
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