I Lost It - Poem by Orlando Belo
Sometime ago I lost my grip on reality
and drifted from here and there.
The whole experience was totally surreal,
and it is something I don't usually share.
Life in that horrible world is not to be recommended,
the places were pure science fiction and weird.
The everyday creatures were illogical, but intelligent,
extremely intriguing and yet to be feared.
No one moved their mouths when speaking,
and they gestured a lot, with arms and feet.
Their eyes and tongues did incredible things;
and the places and buildings did speak.
I was moving without actually thinking or walking,
in an instant I was here then there.
With no idea of where I was really going next,
I travelled between zip codes in the air.
This confusing imagery combining with reality,
became normality with each and every day.
I struggled to distinguish between them
until the unreal just faded away.
It is extremely difficult for me to talk about this,
but there is something about a joint or crack.
I know very well that it's a psychological thing,
but it doesn't help me knowing that.
Councillors and psychiatrists have tried to help me,
and hypnotherapists' have done their level best,
but those cracks and joints beneath my feet make me shudder,
when daily they put me through an agonising test.
To top it all I am now also becoming agoraphobic,
going outside scares the living daylights out of me.
If only I never had joints or cracks to cross over,
I could cope with other things quite easily.
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