To live in oblivion

Decided to write something a little different. Trying to capture someone with a mental problem. Hope I captured it well. I welcome your views.

What is this place I have found

Ruled by fear, darkness abounds

I smash the walls and try to ignore

These two voices, now it's three, no four

Trapped in this void, no one hears my cry

These f*****g pills makes my taste buds dry

I look in the mirror, these are not my eyes

I can feel him watching, I am his disguise

My floor is my bed, it's soft and blue

So are my walls, my ceilings too

My arms embrace me, in an infinite hug

I cannot sleep, these goddamn bugs

I wished it was true what they said about heaven

It's all white indeed, but why lights out at eleven?

The angels are mean, and they cannot fly

They ignore me when I ask them how did I die

I am brought to a room, I am hugged and kissed

Who are these people, what the hell is this?

Then slowly I remember, I am not dead but alive 

I look up and ask, where is my wife?

Reviews

[jacob erin-cilberto]

interesting piece...like being trapped in a white rubber room of our fears...not knowing what is real or not....but finally catching a glimpse of reality and wondering where that life we thought we were living went...it is somewhere outside the walls.

j.

[A.D Edwards]

Indeed u got it :) thank you for your review Jacob

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YES!! You have captured that trap people with mental disease get to live their lives. The descriptions are genuine and true. well done AD! :D

[A.D Edwards]

Thank you my friend! I appreciate ur words :)