Scenic Schizophrenia

Self-Destructive behavior is oblivious to the beholder

Not long ago I looked into the ocean
I saw a child who stood still through the motion
He looked at me with a cold, blank stare
He told me he wanted to hold the mother that wasn't there
All I could do was ask why he was alone
He was skin and bone, pale and long
Then he uttered in a tone that reminded me of a song I used to sing
He was an angel without wings
A dreamer who was scared to dream
Because his nightmares taught him not to scream
Only teared up when he was abandoned in every scene
Only feared love when it was the last thing he'd ever seen
He was the loneliest angel I ever saw in the sea

He never depended on the waves to keep him moving
He kept to his imagination, where he crowned himself the new king
Still in love with the life that was tarnished by his family
That's all he knew, and the rest was all scenery
I talked to him for ages on end
He told me that life is a mystery and existence is only in my head
He knitted a picture of words with alabaster thread
The only problem was that I wished he wasn't dead
And just then, he disappeared into the tide
Only to be seen again when a minute misses time
Being an angel was the last thing on his mind

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[eglantine]

Sounds like a dream you might have had? Nice story-telling tone... maybe try converting into a prose poem? Or breaking up into four line stanzas. The two chunk stanza's aren't quite right--they are too heavy for the da-DA of this poem. Nice draft.

[Dylan Rhodes]

Yes, I felt the same way but was too lazy to do anything about it until further additions

[Legacy]

Stunned and amazed... I am in awe.

Perhaps you knew me in another of your lives... written to the same beat of mine.

Ended perhaps with the chills down the center of my spine. I can tell you this write, although some may state has possible mistakes rhythm, I feel there can be no mistake in your words. The history is yours - no passing judgement.

I have enjoyed this work and will re-visit your writes in the near future, if you don't mind me sitting down for a visit and staying a while, that is.

You are soul seeking writer, with a clear view on images engraved there, placing them on page is what makes us writers.

Have enjoyed the words, keep it up!

By The Way, Congrats on your sobriety (keep that up too),

Legacy