The Creatures of the Night.

In this poem, I employ 'the creatures of the night' as a metaphor for schizophrenia.

My heart, once a temple to peace and to love,

Is a refuge for the beasts of the night;

It is a shell of what it was once because,

All the beauty has since taken flight.

 

It could be said that the creatures came first,

And drove all the beauty away;

Whether it happened that way or reversed,

Matters not, for the dark creatures stay.

 

One day, I am sure I’ll be free of the beasts,

And my heart will once again be,

Filled with a measure of love and of peace,

And beauty, and passion, and glee.