The illness
A poem again...
I have begun to see things that aren't there
And feel their stifling absence
Large thing-shaped gaps glaring down
and screaming incompletion
Am i the only one who feels this way?
What was it like before?
Is it my imagination?
Or do the voids get bigger?
I can remember
Beyond the purple pills
a time
when stories had beginnings
and endings.
when people had names
and faces
when words had a script
and meaning
when i had relatives
and friends
when i had a memory
and a past
I have begun to see things that aren't there
And feel their stifling absence
Large thing-shaped gaps glaring down
and screaming incompletion
Am i the only one who feels this way?
What was it like before?
Is it my imagination?
Or do the voids get bigger?
I can remember
Beyond the purple pills
a time
when stories had beginnings
and endings.
when people had names
and faces
when words had a script
and meaning
when i had relatives
and friends
when i had a memory
and a past
posted by Havokinthemind at 5:19 PM
3 Comments:
Brilliant! I enjoyed reading your poem and blog.
came through BE, nice blog. :)
I liked this one most of all.
And, no, you are not the only one who feels that way. I have my own void. A lost past.
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