A Schizophrenic Lament

She watches me from every space in my room, corners unseen and places unknown.

Eyes trickle like teardrops on my senses, beautiful and confusing.

Those long lost voices come again from realms beyond my mind, omnipotent and godly.

They come with shouting whispers that fill up my skull, shame and heartache.

Messages I can’t comprehend in word, but know all too well in feeling.

Expectations, suffocating.

Reality, fleeting.

To simplicity and disaster.

Meds no longer working, an epitaph of my insanity.

I ponder my purpose, so small.

Marching forward always, a slave to time.

Perhaps I was wrong all along.