Thoughts of a Schizophrenic

a poem by Gaurav Mittal

What my mind perceives
And my eyes can see
Is a distortion
Of reality

Hallucinations,
Mirages, deceit.
A life of no truth;
Of constant defeat

Haunted by pictures
No one else can see.
Pictures of those who
Long were made free

Of life. I hear silent
Sounds. Sounds of loud cries,
Screeching doors and
Unheard lullabies.

Family, friends, God
and identity.
All are lost in the
Depths of memory