I’m a ghost in my mind,
Lost in all the confusion,
I float on the waves of darkness,
Before crashing into the rocks of delusion,

I’m gone with the wind,
Singing the songs that only isolation can hear,
Warmed by the fires of nothing,
And made cold by a single broken tear,

Reality not being mine to possess,
Made crazy by my own thoughts of self-hate,
Constantly punishing myself until I snap,
Believing in recovery but constantly wondering in the darkness being my fate,

Tablets forced down my gullet,
To mend my broken mind,
A disastrous chemical imbalance,
Which masked the so called peace that was stolen from my limited time,

I’m a perfect cocktail of the times,
Medical ruin and generational trauma,
Not feeling one with my so called own,
And separated from all walks of flora and fauna,

A lost soul who has no soul,
With a heart that beats to which I cannot feel,
My only being, being broken thoughts,
Trapped in a shell called a body which perceives as real,

I am the death and I am the dust,
The ashes and the air,
But I’m also neither, either and none,
A mirage of atoms that ain’t really there,

I was abandoned by reality,
Only being allowed to be born so I could die,
With certainty itself being completely uncertain,
Life and death both a lie,

The fear, panic and pain,
Needed a place to call home,
Put into an embodiment that is called me,
Never to settle but forever to roam,

I was imprisoned by an atmosphere too far gone,
Forever locked away in the cellars of the non-existent,
Segregated into my own which is none,
Floating on an island on a cloud both far and distant,

I try to use logic,
But logic itself is illogical,
And when I talk of the broken thoughts that plagues my mind,
I’m considered weird, crazy or a fool,

So if I’m honest, I know not of who I am,
Whether my reality is even true,
I know nothing of anything or anything of nothing,
I just know I’m not like any of you.

Wrote on: 01/05/2024