I haven’t been writing and I’ll say it’s because I didn’t have time but feel free to call my bullshit and acknowledge my unwillingness to prioritize the things that are important for me, even amidst that chaos. Here’s to hoping it’s time for a strong return. Here’s to always finding your way back to yourself, no matter how far you wander. And here’s to the people that set you back on track. After all, we all go a little crazy sometimes… right?
Psychosis
I don’t know what it means to write right now.
My spark has fizzled out
any drive I had went, flying off a cliff
afraid anything I say turns fights
stopped feeling heard,
my recurring plight.
So, here’s a whole lot of bullshit
They’re talking to me again
Bright lights obstructing vision
and whispers in my head
They’ll say, the veil is slowly thinning
Time to welcome back the dead
They’re the knot in your stomach,
they’re the ever growing dread
They’re the feeling you’re being watched
when you’re sure you were alone
The sudden draft in the warm room
that chills you to the bone.
Sometimes I think they tell me poems,
move my hands without my will
sudden waves of strange ideas
kinds that get you prescribed some pills
I’m open then I’m scared
think they get inside my head
wonder if I let them
if my body will turn up dead
psychosis is a thing I hear
an altered mental state
and only crazy people say it’s not,
heard that a little late
It’s just
the veil is slowly thinning now
and everything seems blurred
can’t tell what’s real and what is not
when it’s all equally absurd
it could be stress induced
but drugs will do it to
so we’ll have to run some tests
just stay locked up in this room,
give you a chance to get some rest
Madeline May I... 