Schizophrenia Poetry
Recovering From the Insane and Impossible
fluorescent lights
every nook
every corner
insidiously bright
each and every night
I try to sleep ten hours
wake up and smoke
if I time things right
the first thing I do is glue
myself to the morning news
then smoke and watch them use
my name like some verbal abuse
they talk about me, they know I’m watching
they know what I’ve done which
young girl I’m supposedly stalking
even the commercials talk about who I am
brought to you by the poet man
those cigarettes are the only thing
that helps me to understand
the nicotine hits me stops the voices
three smokes and the anchor man
is no longer such an annoyance
a breakfast that stings
my heartburn pain
in a few short minutes
leaves me hungry again
six long months pacing the halls
six long months climbing the walls
there was no crime and no conviction
just a doctor I hated with a power addiction
seclusion rooms they used for torture
given threats and beatings
worse than movie horror
the cruelest joke of that time and pain
all the things they did to me
the sudden realization came
in the end when I walked free
forever now I’ll take my medication
I won’t ever let the illness win I’m sure
or have to take a lock-down vacation
six months in hell was the perfect cure
About the Creator
Leif Gregersen
I am a dedicated writer, educator and public speaker with a strong desire to increase awareness and decrease stigma surrounding mental illness. I grew up in a suburb of Edmonton, Alberta and have published 11 books.
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