Midway through my life, I cannot go on.
Middle of a winter storm, too blind to trek on.
The struggle of having to embrace psychosis,
has been very painful, rendering me blind.
Blind and deaf to a world that rejected me,
blind and deaf to a world that laughs at me!
Blind and deaf to all of reality, I can’t go on.
Scarring memories and imagined voices.
Deep, laceration scars within my mind
have slowed me in my trek through this storm.
What am I to do? How do you make normal
people comprehend this struggle?
I’m blinded by flurries of miserable memories,
by the slowing of time which seems to have
run ahead of me, and now I’m in limbo.
In limbo at age 38, in limbo to everything.
The thunder of death I hear in the distance
and that thunder, I can sense, is approaching.
Must death be the only way!
Must this thundering heart cease to drum
to such beautiful poetic tune?
Must I… die?
These poems are so damn dark and unsettling. GREAT!
Powerfully penned, Daniel. Can feel the honesty and pain my friend. Appreciate you.
Damian