Mastermind

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This is a pretty old poem I found while cleaning my computer's documents. I must have been either 13 or 14 when I wrote this. I believe I wrote this after watching something about children with schizophrenia and the people they thought they saw. This is written from the view of the illusion.

Mastermind

They told him he was wrong
For seeing something rare
A person, a face, a soul
Hanging in the air

For a boy with a master’s mind
I was nothing more
Everyone else’s fiction
Was a being on which he swore

I was carved from his mind
His heart and his soul
Giving me new life
Which he could no control

He’d try and tell me his pain
As it tore me through and through
How was I just a mere illusion
There was nothing I could do

They’d try and numb his mind
Turning him pale and cold
I couldn’t reach out and bring him close
A world I could not hold

I still remained alive
Standing plainly in the rain
He tried not to look my way
But I could see the pain

I was his voice of reason
His only smiling face
But as he turned remote and cold
I fell as my own disgrace

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toredbloodink commented on Mastermind

03-15-2017

You know I love to read and you are a master mind... You created two realities here ... Yours and his great job... Redbloodink

ansari commented on Mastermind

08-02-2010

Your visualisation and imagination are absolutely great. Even a university don would be proud of it. Your vocabulary is really astounding. I would read it over again and more comments. a 10 from me.

Tigcateyes commented on Mastermind

08-01-2010

This was awesome! It is plain that you got alot out of the program that you saw, and understood it too. The flow was good and the emotional imagery was great. I, too, have mental issues. I write and work in leather to keep my mind busy and to let things out. Keep up the great work. Look forward to reading some more of your work. Blessed Be. Tig

If I feel physically as if the top of my head were taken off, I know that is poetry.

Emily Dickinson (1830-1886) American poet.

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