Psychotic Dementia: My diagnosis

Could you all please stop screaming in there?

My eardrum is pounding, its beat so dulcet.

Have you ever known you thoughts were not to be shared?

I’ve given you so much rest, when then do I quit?

I own your burden I carry your broken dreams.

I’ve slowed your rivers current to a steady flow.

All you do now is float through the stream

The cold water is freezing.  My stone of blood I know.

I could fulfill my promise but I need your counsel.

You idly wade through but please stop peaking.

I am tired of listening you are perishable.

To you I have turned a deaf ear to your counseling

When you instruct me to do your tedious work,

I faithfully fulfill your every whim.

I never question what you wish, oh, but yes I irk.

Why do I believe in you?  For you why do I sin?

Would you just give me a moment of peace?

How much longer is my bodies lease?

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Rachel F's picture

Nice one. I too have written much on this subject. i enjoyed this poem . ~Rae