I'm DelusionalA Poem by hapycurlsMy pen is starting to run out; my dab pen mind you. I sit here and wonder what strange force has me flopped down in front of a journal, writing poetry? I might just be too high and overstimulated by my other senses. A delusional part of me is saying that I have to put my imagination unto the paper, at this very instant, and show the world my nakedness. “Don’t let society clothe you with worry”, my schizophrenic delusion blares in my ear. “For to not be embarrassed of one’s bare body, is the ultimate form of revolution.” I jerk my body to the right to try and catch the face of the one who speaks but I am too slow. A*****e! I shake my head with a smirk under my large bush of hair and go back to writing. He comes and goes, quite frequently. A constant reminder. © 2023 hapycurls |
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Added on December 21, 2023 Last Updated on December 21, 2023 |