Schizophrenic Poem by Ricky Lewis

Woke up midnight screaming in mid-sprint trying to escape the grasp of my own mind
Psychopathic thoughts whipping around me like a goddamn storm what the hell am I to do
About all of these thoughts and all of these ideas where to go? They are trying to find
Me like a goddamn animal I can’t control my own thoughts I am a victim of my own I.Q.

I’ve starved, I’ve bled
Gnawed and thrashed
I’ve slashed, went dead
Cried and smashed
But
The tunnel’s end it’s so close
So far unjustified
It’s like suicide
Running into the abyss
This is so unfair
Where’s the end?
It’s never there

To my own dismay its impossible to achieve security within myself so I just look to the floor
And pray to whatever god may listen please save me I’m losing my mind, this has to stop sometime
Before the thoughts turn me into ash and all I know and love burns away like the sanity behind the door
I can’t block it I can’t stop it like a train it will never slow and never falter even shutting out is a crime

And I talk to myself, and I ask to the nerves, I speak to my mind I beg it to quit I plea it to stop
Instead the images return like a ghost haunting and dragging me back to square-! @#$%^&-one
But even worse now I’m blind now I’m deaf who is to blame? Before I answer another teardrop
And now here it comes the final blast bright like a sun it's coming for me scarring but never done

Gnawed and thrashed
I’ve starved, I’ve bled
Cried and smashed
I’ve slashed, went dead
But
The tunnel’s end it’s so close
So far unjustified
It’s like suicide
Running into the abyss
This is so unfair
Where’s the end?
Behind the enemy stare