Poetry reflecting life's journey

I could't tell you when or where my mind eventually crumbled, as mental distress is far more subtle than that. It creeps up on you taking you unaware.

I began believing I was Mary and my son was Jesus, it seemed as logical and as real as anything I have ever believed before or since. Then the t.v began "talking" to me, it was about me.

Twisted Mind

My mind is twisted, coiled, sprung

My thoughts are not my own,

Anger, bitterness indwelling there

Pain envelops my mind, razor sharp, cutting, hacking

Through the tangled maze within

My body is contorted out of shape

Displaying the deep inner pain

Behold! I scream, this is how I feel

A deep agony within

Nerves ripped and torn, sinews gnawed

Red pulsating blood, septic wounds

Oh! How I wish you could see my inner pain

Deep in my mind

And offer me some comfort, some tenderness

Some relief, or at least listen to my pain

As it needs purging.

 Being watched by everyone, the government, social services my family and friends was terrifying. I didn't why I was being observed, but I knew I was.

Tranquil mind?

The television connects

Speaking of reality

Horoscopes dictate the mood

Headlines scream the truth

Words uttered are relevant

The greater picture is revealed

An unseen being is probing

Reading my mind.

SYMBOLIC LIFE

Words, pictures images, scrawled upon walls,

heavy rock music presenting themselves within my mind

whilst I try to decipher the meaning.

What does it all mean to me, for me for you the human race.

Nothing but scribbles on walls childish nonsense that’s all,

musicians banging drums, strumming guitars no hidden agenda there.

Insight helps fears to lift, seeing the world through clearer eyes, a little wiser.