Racing Thoughts,
Thoughts Disjointed,
Spinning A Tale of Non-Reality.
A Rush Of Euphoria,
A State of Bliss,
Can Anything Get Better Than This?
Up So High,
Looking Down Below,
At Logic Left Behind.
Thoughts Racing,
Spinning A Tale Of Non-reality,
Until the Psych Ward Becomes A Reality.
Hallucinations, Delusions,
They Become My Friends,
Comforts Me When My Mind Refuses To Bend.
The Ego Implodes,
Lets Loose It’s Desires,
Am I Phantom Or A Vampire?
Neither, I am Lying Here,
In A Hospital Bed,
Where Abilify Brings Back The Sharp Memory…
That None Of This,
None Of This,
Was Ever Real.
Really well said and constructed.
Thanks so much!
So that how it feels to be in this state
no wonder people get too confused
it seems like some negative entities
feed you lies for them to be amused
sounds really hard to fight it back
when you realize they are not real
you have made a great step forward
remember we are right there with you
even if you don’t see us in the ward.
Thanks for the comment! It was a really confusing period of my life, I never thought I could actually hallucinate and have delusions like that while completely sober. The mind is a miraculous and scary thing. Sometimes, in my case, it flips itself on its head. And its reassuring to know there are others right there with me.
I’m glad to read that you have become stronger than that!
I LOVE it! . . and totally relate!
I wrote a poem about psychosis too! It’s called, They.
They
They’re always around
I’m never alone
They’re on my TV
They’re inside my phone
They rearrange objects
All through my home
They switch apples to oranges
Or brushes to combs
They conceal their identity
Never reveal their true face
Morphing from fat to thin
At a jaw-dropping pace
Fleeing outside
Provides no relief
They’re perched on the rocks
They’re under each leaf
I take to the road
Hoping to flee with my car
But they control all the gears
I never get very far
Outside, inside
Awake or asleep
Over and under
Shallow or deep
Ale round, behind
Ahead, beside
Out in the open, they masterfully hide
This game is exhausting
Played by rules I can’t see
Maybe one day I’ll embrace that
“They” are inside of me
I hope you enjoyed my poem and can relate. You can read more poems and stories about living with Psychosis on my blog at http://www.breathingwithanoose.com.
I would love any feedback, comments, or suggestions.
This is awesome! I love it and the poem has great rhythm