Into The Mind Of A Scizophrenic

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Into The Mind Of A Scizophrenic

Demons coursing through the night
Raucous, wild and ranting
A toothless crone
A screaming banshee

They whirl and swirl in mindless flight
Taunting me, inviting me
Like a whirling dervish
Or reverse centrifuge
They want to draw me
Into their insidious web
I do not want to go there

I am a good man
I mean no harm
The Lord is with me
Or is He?

Why does He not smite them
Send them where they belong?
Where are His angels
His heavenly host?
They appear, but too brief

How long can I endure?
Can He not see?
The demons are winning
My resistance is waning

Can I end it all
Of my own volition?
Will He accept me
Or banish me
To that other place?
I am there already
What do I have to lose?

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When power leads man towards arrogance, poetry reminds him of his limitations. When power narrows the area of man's concern, poetry reminds him of the richness and diversity of existence. When power corrupts, poetry cleanses.

John F. Kennedy (1917-1963) Thirty-fifth President of the USA

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