I Have Lost my Mental Faculties

and although

I was hospitalised

my mind hasn’t

returned to me

everything has

become a strain

life is now a big pain

my brain under stress

appears to have

collapsed

I don’t know

what will happen

to me

my happiness is

being washed away

with the rain

at home now

I sit staring

at things

and feel like

a thing myself

I don’t know

what I’m going

to do

more and more

I just feel that

death would be

better than life.

There is So Much Pain in Life

and then something cracks

within you

and you turn into a ghost

and you wander the streets

like living death

and it is there

right from the beginning

from childhood

the heart gripped

by alien hands

cowardly claws clutch

at your throat

and evil blows

your mind out

like fire

and all that is left

of you now

are ashes.

You Don’t Know the Truth About People

you don’t know their hidden lives

their motives

their pain their joy

you don’t know your father

your mother

your brother your sister

your neighbour

your husband your wife

your children

your friends

your enemies

even yourself

we are a world of strangers

and strangeness

and estrangement

and we are disoriented

and disconnected

and like balloons

we burst.

You Need to be Aware of Wickedness

in a child

it is something

you can excuse

because kids

are immature

and can’t distinguish

right from wrong

but in an adult

it is inexcusable

as you’re dealing

with someone

who can tell

good from evil

but is given over

to acts of cruelty

these are people

you need to

stand up to

and confront

or they will try

and hurt you again

and for no fault

of yours

you will have to

bear the pain.

It’s Taking me Time to Relax

mania is coiled

like a serpent

in my brain

and I lose my trail

from moment

to moment

life doesn’t help

it is fast asleep

totally indifferent

and here I am

thrown against

walls again

and again

screaming

in bewilderment

bleeding

in pain

and I feel calm

only as I die

because

I become

a bird

and begin

to fly.

O World you are Terrible Today

you make me want to whip you

I was in such a mess this morning

my brain kept coming out of my ears

and it was such a struggle to push it back in

I am still in pain my eyes cloud over

and blood starts flowing out of them

soon I can’t see anything and run

till I feel dizzy and fall

beginning to lose consciousness

I know my body is there

but it weakens and death

takes my last breath.

So Shitty

the world can seem

in a moment

like all human rage

and violence

were directed

against you

slowly vapourising

your body

your mind

rags of language 

are of no use

when everyone

looks strangely

at you

as though you

were some

mythical creature

come to existence

to fade away

only you know

the pain

only you know

how it feels

to lose your life

because it is yours

and no one else’s

only you know

these evil people

their network

how they work

trying to kill you

and you die

fighting them

now with your

near invisible fists

throwing punch

after punch

at this

multitudinous

devil.

The Rain is the Tears of Everyone

dead and alive

it is our combined sorrows

all our trauma all our pain

and where I live

it is monsoon

all year round

and I ponder about those

who are gone

every life form

all the hurt they experienced

and I am sad

I am not happy

with this existence

what do we do

with all this agony

and every drop falling

from the sky

rubs it in

and I am forced to think

of the suffering

on and on

and I wish

I was struck by lightning

that would put an end

to this torture of living.