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Schizophrenic
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Dark Poetry Talk about it.
Talk me through it.
Don’t let go—stay awhile.
In my mind, my mind reviled.
Speak to me.
I know you’re there, not really here,
but there.
I gave you a name.
I gave you a home.
In return, you gave me the voice.
A sweet echo from a different point of view.
A fallback from the despair.
A companion for my loneliness.
Hello, I hear you, but my perception is faded.
A dissipated delusion.
An evanescent endeavor.
Walk me through the ploy once more.
Explain to me again the blackout and how you took control.
What’s the game we used to play?
I hide and pray that you won’t find me.
Please go away—walk exiled.
From my mind, my mind defiled.
Do not tell.
Speak not to me.
I cannot acknowledge your hollow echo of grace.
I know not the resounding melody of your voice.
I will lose, if I talk through.
I will not speak.
Not to you.
This is a very powerful poem, you speak the words well.