White
By Pryzm
a white plastic fork on a
white paper napkin, set
upon a white
table next
to a white paper plate
mashed potato backdrop
beans of vivid green
meat vomits greasy blood
prune juice vibes
the sphincter
falling upon this white floor
in this white
room, bound around me
its silver eyelets and buckles
their coldness
against my skin
pathetic dead rainbow, oozing
across the
white paper plate, on
the white table, and the white plastic
fork
lay straight on the white napkin
one, two, three, four, five….J
U M P !
on these walls I throw my body
in eager anticipation
of pain; all day
every day, harder, faster –
twisting
and contorting
hoping to land a configuration that
might allow
the pain to sooth my soul
it is not there. It does not happen
wholeness of pain, in
this heart castrates my soul
panic and
anxiety throw up
in my mouth.
confusion - mass chaos –
delirium -
all that went wrong, thoughts
that shouldn’t have
been
hate wells inside
running across the bright, white,
sickening
room with all its padded quietness, its
featureless
walls save for a slot from which the
rainbow on a cloud comes each
day times three
JUMP! as always – nothing!
left to
right, right to left; JUMP!
diagonal left, diagonal right; JUMP!
endless slamming against walls
why can’t I hurt myself,
so as to have some control over something inside of me?
so many
days, so many long, lonely nights living inside
of this pain that
bears no reason.
running in mindless circles around my white
place;
clockwise,
counterclockwise…
four, five…and ---
JUMP!!!!!
black.
my reality. It is here.
my
six sided world of padded white heaven,
fraught with unbearable pain,
was reduced to five sides, this day
dark, mysterious world
of which I returned to,
a place where there is no pain
only emptiness.
it is a familiar world, of my design, to be safe and happy within.
no one can see me,
no one knows I’m here.
no one gets
to know me,
and no one can hurt me.
for they know --- these
mysteries;
these unseen goddesses and gods
traveling across infinity
upon unseen rays of light
they know who you are to me.
You are
one of these mysteries of my reality.
The reason I live. The reason
I never get sick.
The reason my family is healthy.
You are the
unseen force inside of me.
Comments on "White"
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On Sunday, March 10, 2013, Intoxicating Delirium
(273) wrote:
This is great. Insanity is fascinating.
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On Wednesday, February 27, 2013, PoetessDarkly
(693) wrote:
wow this is outstanding and I am honored to read such a wonderful pen. I am surprised others haven't caught on to your genius
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A former member wrote:
i love writes about insanity, and it seems as though the white padded room and institutionalization might just make it worse thanks for giving me something to think on