“I could have done better” said the Schizophrenian Guy
"Seems no one valued the gorgeousness that dropped into my skin by the sky
No one care about the talent that destiny gave into my heart
Such a foolish judgment, to then I befriend the dark"
“I could have ended it well” his voice in a bit louder rhyme
"If only I’ve waited for the right and appropriate time
I could have written the greatest inspirational poem and story
But I let those evil, snatched that glory"
“My fate could be not like this my friend” in a smooth voice now
"Imprison my head in a box, letting seeds of darkness to grow
Blind and crippled are playing life with a courage
If only I’ve learned from them and did not act so stupid"
“I can’t change my fate now my dear co-poet” he said while eyeing at me
"Parking my pen too early when I did not get the applause that I love to see
The last poetry that I’ve written was all about self harming and suicide
I wanted to change that with love and peace but now how can I"
“How I love to ask you to say goodbye for me to my dear ones
But that was foolish I know they won’t give you a slight chance
I’m done my friend it’s time, the light is calling” to then he stop talking
He started to walk away, left me with so much thinking
“What a journey!” I’ve said to my self
An encounter with schizophrenian ghost, really did rock my head’s bookshelf
Looking at my scar hidden in order not to be trace
Dreaming I can make an inspirational poetry someday… but surely with a twist…
Written: September 17, 2014
Mysterious Aries
My Schizophrenia Poetry Story #17
