Paranoid
Schizophrenia
In the
still of the dark,
lying
dead awake,
sleep
gives no escape.
Repeating
and counting phrases,
is a
mental drain,
like
chasing a run-away train.
Anxiously
anticipating,
Meeting
the Minotaur who in his
labyrinth
is awaiting.
As time
passes in this state,
silence
can’t be found,
confusion
and chaos race around.
Days
may pass in this state.
All
you can do is tolerate.
When
too much to take,
Death, it seems the only escape.
Michael
Craig
Michael Craig Lives in Las Vegas, Nevada, the silver state, and has seen many unusual people. He writes poetry, children’s stories, and has created several board and card games. His primary job is working in the security department for the Bureau of Reclamation (The Hoover Dam).
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Poetry