Tormented

 

Shackled by demon manacles

Where is my release? Where is my deliverer?

My mind is bent, tormented by this dark plague

They whisper, endlessly whisper….

in sharp edged voices

carving warnings deep inside my brain

Nothing is safe, beware! beware!

I cry out in fear for someone to make them stop

but no one sees them, no one hears them

They hide in the dark places

shadowed rooms inside my mind

Crouching low, creeping closer

Whispering, endlessly whispering….

Hideous voices with cruel intent

Claw at my sanity, shredding reality

until it hangs, indefinable

Nothing is clear, all is confusion and chaos

I cry out in my madness, cower and cover my head

But no one sees my attackers, no one understands

They goad me in my own personal Hell

Dancing hideously around me

Invisible fires laying waste to my flesh

They whisper, endlessly whisper….

With jeering voices low, their burning words

Are scorching coals filling my skull

Searing the remains

Nothing is left, the cerebral pyre has done it’s job

I cry out in hollow silence, no sound escapes

But no one cares, no one sees my ashes.

 

Author's Note

I wrote this from the view point of someone with a severe mental illness after my internship at a mental health center and care facility working with the chronically mentally ill.

Reviews

[Craig]

I might have that illness. He he You write great. You poem was a fun but dark read. One of my favs.

[Arthur Henn]

Wow! Michelle, this is so powerful and deep and full of lots of emotion. The first line...draws you right in.

(Shackled by demon manacles)

This knocked me out of my chair.

Gang, don't take what I'm going to do here the wrong way, but if Michelle wrote this from reality and something is bothering her, she needs a (((Hug)))

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