Tuesday, 28 October 2008

For My Lovely Friend Mr Edward. (I forgot his last name)

This is a poem I read today. It is dedicated to Edward as he has nothing better to do since his xbox broke than to read my incredibly tedious blogs. I thought it was interesting =)

 

Schizophrenia

In the flow of my heart a flower

has grown

The flower of Schizophrenia

It is a sweet flower, poisonous -

but beautiful

 

Lush and its aroma fills my life

with bliss and joy

Laughter and happiness

But I am afraid all the time

Lets say from time to time

It has made me weak

 

Its thorns rip my body

And emotionally I feel torn

And broken - blood pours

endlessly

From my wounds

I just don't know what to do

about it.

 

Living with an incurable disease

is difficult

And the terrible thing is, its like

a cancer

You just don't notice it, until it's too late

It is so strong you believe only it

 

As if a sorcerer of such skill and

diligence

has you under his spell

I want you to understand how

difficult this is

 

The mind is in control - it is sick

It attempts to discipline itself

But he who cracks the whip may

be mad as well

 

Suddenly lost in the Bliss of

colour, the fragrance

And the words of poetry that

spring forth from this fragrant

yellow rose

You grasp at straws, and one

holds, this becomes your anchor

Then you wake to find yourself in another world

You are 'Bond'! You are on a

mission and the script takes over

You are lost : deluded

 

And you fight it, but only if you

know it's there,

It is war! How can I be so dumb :

yet I am

 

Naive and full of love, the flower

Caresses and aroused with love I see nothing else

For life is Black, and she this flower

is full of love

It has made a beggar out of a

master and a man

A beggar in bliss

But one who is afraid and lost

And needs help and finds none

 

The world is bereft of help

I call and no one answers

anywhere

No one understands : it hurts and

I do not know

What to do : One false move and

I am dead...

Voices speak and bye bye

Daddy, son

Brother friend

Spiral we love you

And it's as if no one does

 

Help!!!

 

 

 

 

 

 

xxx

1 comment:

billy brown said...

hmmmmmmmm struggled to make sense of sum of it!!! i was nvr ne gd at literature!!!
but i liked it =D
lol i will find a poem now lol
to equal urs!!!
haha