SCHIZM I am helpless folded into this little ball The ink runs dry moistened by my tears God has punished none I don’t believe Heaven may fall now Earth will save me Cool breeze upon my face burns so harsh What comfort is there in the care of another? Gone now, gone now, gone now, gone now I sit too still to know the room sways I mute my listen speak to none of them Gone now, gone now, gone now, gone now Gone now, gone now, gone now, gone now What faces look at me they say things No faces! Just the hearings of my earrings Ha! Ha! Man speaking little words big Gone now, gone now, gone now, gone now Gone now, gone now, gone now, gone now Gone now, gone now, gone now, gone now Cannot get the words out of me Gone now, gone now, gone now, gone now Gone now, gone now, gone now, gone now Gone now, gone now, gone now, gone now Gone now, gone now, gone now, gone now - Poet Darká --a note on this poem-- I know some of you may find it to sound like ridiculous babble, but that's because it takes the view of a Schizophrenic person, it's not meant to have perfect wonderful structure, or make much sense to the "sane". |