Hello Poetry
Submit your work and get some sparkles! Create free account
munch-geePoems
A daily drunken father A mother who waits for death A house unkempt The bills just almost paid. Bed wetting. The "games" the older boys played "Visitors" while asleep The crush who liked your friend The pain that ran too deep. Disorganised language. The boyfriend who never called the bouts of crying making sense of it all The endless assignments due. The crticism, first class and thesis too. Feeling a presence of "God" The boy you both liked and not The one who confused you a lot Working till 5 am On market research again and again Delusions. The confusion that grew and grew The heightened senses that were all but true Connecting colossal dots A higher calling and the lot. Hearing voices. Everyone is watching me I have no privacy My phone is tapped And i am trapped Everyone wearing a disguise Filling my head with lies. Paranoia. A book that burst it's way Out of me and held sway Jesus's commands Abiding by his demands. Grandiose delusions. Mountain highs and abyss lows Shabby clothes, things all over the floor Manic shopping sprees Poems buzz in my head like bees Barely staying awake Not much from me to take Mania and Apathy. "You left this group" Disabled Facebook Backed out of the hen night Everything wrong seems right Socially withdrawn. Smoking a near pack Unironed clothes and slack Persistent thoughts of death Messy hair and dried up sweat. Suicidal thoughts. A drunken father still A mother barely paying the bills Still afraid to soundly sleep A slow descent of sanity, slow and steep.
0
Nov 14, 2017
Nov 14, 2017 at 12:23 PM UTC
What cost me my sanity
A daily drunken father A mother who waits for death A house unkempt The bills just almost paid. Bed wetting. The "games" the older boys played "Visitors" while asleep The crush who liked your friend The pain that ran too deep. Disorganised language. The boyfriend who never called the bouts of crying making sense of it all The endless assignments due. The crticism, first class and thesis too. Feeling a presence of "God" The boy you both liked and not The one who confused you a lot Working till 5 am On market research again and again Delusions. The confusion that grew and grew The heightened senses that were all but true Connecting colossal dots A higher calling and the lot. Hearing voices. Everyone is watching me I have no privacy My phone is tapped And i am trapped Everyone wearing a disguise Filling my head with lies. Paranoia. A book that burst it's way Out of me and held sway Jesus's commands Abiding by his demands. Grandiose delusions. Mountain highs and abyss lows Shabby clothes, things all over the floor Manic shopping sprees Poems buzz in my head like bees Barely staying awake Not much from me to take Mania and Apathy. "You left this group" Disabled Facebook Backed out of the hen night Everything wrong seems right Socially withdrawn. Smoking a near pack Unironed clothes and slack Persistent thoughts of death Messy hair and dried up sweat. Suicidal thoughts. A drunken father still A mother barely paying the bills Still afraid to soundly sleep A slow descent of sanity, slow and steep.
munch-gee
Written by
munch-gee
Colombo
Nov 14, 2017
Nov 14, 2017 at 12:23 PM UTC
Request permission to use this poem