I am merely a black silhouette in the room.
Something plagued by the dreaded psychosis.
I am a burnt-out shell of my summery youthful self.
These days every moment has a wintry hallucination –
flurries of racing thoughts rage in the lacerating gales within.
Formless voices cascading into my ears!
Flooding with such intensity, once a trickle into my mind,
this spate of external stimuli – this succession –
this outpouring from the nothingness of the air –
a rushing stream of the imagined!
This frequent dejection, caused by
the swirling of negative thoughts deluging within,
is truly a torrent of abuse committed by invisible hands!
With invisible tongue which lashes at me –
With invisible eyes which stare at me –
These torrents of hallucinations!
With hailstones of depressive thoughts piling,
and weighing heavily down onto my soul
after barraging my innocence –
scratching what is left alive within me to wake up!
Violent, dark, horrific. My kind of poem. Nice work Danial.
Powerfully penned, Daniel. A chilling write my friend. Nicely executed. Appreciate you.
Damian