The Odyssey (Chronicle) Of A Split Mind Poem by chize ryan ogunkah

My thought process is like rush hour traffic
With intermittent flashes of images
Like the effect of street lights
On a motioned vehicle on a Friday night.
The voices in my head
Take turns in quick succession
Like the characters on broadway.
There are the adversaries, the emissaries and the privies
In constant competition for my attention.
The voices in my head are mutant,
Adapting every new real vocal representation.
I am the hub of every top secret activity
I a lone stranger in the middle of a new York agora.
I prick up my ears and move within earshot
Because I make the chapters of everyone’s scheme of things
I am their constant chatter.
I am plugged into a virtual mind reader
That makes public my thoughts and actions.
I constantly dam my thoughts
to avoid a torrent-(ial flood) of offensive thoughts.
I possess some imaginary impalpable powers and truths
That do not make the pages of every day reality.
Every smell or word holds a palpable mystical connection.
Sometimes it feels like a route of escape,
A temporary emotional bliss and other times,
Like a lingering psychological incarceration.
I am the cause for events and everyone’s look- up-to.
I have an alternate interpretation to every reality
In my mind is a recreation of a mythical world
That conveys a pseudo-reality like
A metaphysical painter on canvass.
Sometimes I feel afloat in the globe of thought
And other times, I am drowning in the minds misty fogginess.
Sometimes, the birthing of my thoughts is like einstein’s theories
And other times, like frankenstein’s creation.
It feels like a voyage at sea without a cartograph (map) for a destination of sorts
And in constant battle with horrid emotional storms.

I am we
And this is the journey of a split mind.