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Posted by Tamara Beryl Latham on April 04, 19102 at 19:30:24:
Schizophrenia
By Tamara B. Latham c 2002
Willows bend
with heft of troubled times,
near the stonewalled garden
flanked with light.
Their voice, the wind,
co-mingles with shrill screams,
to sing a joyless, melancholic song.
Ravens perch,
in lieu of flight, content,
to watch as evil wraiths
eclipse my mind,
committing me to flee the forest lime,
whose rubber trees, beneath an opiate sun,
electrify and quell delirium.
Shadows dance,
jump through
the artist's pallette
of tranquil hues,
splashing colors of the spectrum
on my thoughts,
which leap
in a kaleidoscope of hope.
Images
of calm direct my feet
along a snake-like path
to gardens edge
and there, Veronica Sticata,
single bloom,
frees my eyes
of hard fixated stares.