And Still the World Does Not End
A poem about grief & schizophrenia, 9/2021
Grey hair sprouts from my head
Acid bubbles in my chest, my stomach
Acid runs in my veins and through my memories
Wine doesn’t stop the simpering, solitary spell
And sleep-
doesn’t come….
And then doesn’t go.
Weights pull upon the senses, drown dreams
Indifference to laughs, intolerance to love
Greying all within sight.
And Still the World
Does
Not
End.
This poem was inspired by my brother who has schizophrenia and his battles with losing our mother, his caretaker. You can read about his experiences in my other articles.
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