Detached From Reality

Acrostic-style poetry

Deep silence fills my room;

Empty rocking chair seems to move.

Terror strikes my heart

Again filling me with dread.

Can't shake this feeling of impending doom.

Hearing voices telling me bad things to do.

Every night it's the same thing.

Deadly thoughts take over my mind.



Frightened by what it is I must do.

Reality is slipping from my grasp.

Overwhelmed by memories from my past.

Madness engulfs me like a tomb.



Remembering all those who taunted me.

Everyone laughing, pointing, looking at me,

All the while I'm shaking inside,

Living this life of oblivion.

I'll someday take my revenge.

Today might just be the day

You'll be sorry for all that you've done.









~*~ April ~*~