Dementia

Dementia

A Poem by Egan

My superego cannot comprehend these false colors on a reagent strip of paranoia
Hallucinations with delusion of graduer.
I cannot keep myself in a psychosis of deciet.
My subconscious cannot feel your obsession.
My mind sees not you but past all of which matters
It doesnt
This feeling is like a manic-depression illness...
Cant talk
Cant think
Cant speak
Give me some methadone it will numb the phobia of repression
I CANT talk
I CANT think
I CANT speak!

© 2008 Egan


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This is insanity! :) (But in a good way!) You certainly captured the chaos that one would feel, slowly slipping away from themselves and no longer being able to function. Kinda scary. ;-; Great job with this! :)

Posted 16 Years Ago



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