Self Poem 1- 3

A stream of consciousness poem while in the midst of a severe episode.

Self I

Old Things go missing

New things won't grow

The City calls and beckons

In an off-key way

In the Mirror

Grab the face

Self II

-I'm sick I'm sick I'm

Sick I'm sick I'm sic

K I'm sick I'm sick I

'm sick I'm sick I'm

Sick. I am not right

Sick not right I am

Sick sick sick sick

I'm right I'm not s

ick I'm not I am

coward not me I'm

cowardice rage I 

hate I'm sick it is

not a positive it 

is not a blessing

in disguise.

I'm sick I'm sick-

Self III

Maybe One Day

Maybe One Day

Being small and someone dies

Not remembering those days as one where I am alive

But because someone had died

Maybe One Day

Maybe One Day

Author's Note

Go for it.