Schizhoprenia Poem by Benjamin Chiu Uy

Schizophrenia

Ever restless he saw his own shadows pacing back and forthinto the corners of his room,

As the proximities considers himself,
Among the heaps of personal belongings and photographs.
books and sad memories,

This room he had conversations with,
himself, underlitigations,
As if the judges, were deliberating the merits of his life.

Where he howls in protest, preponderant with distress,
His own conscience, eating him alive,
Digesting sinews, bones, and a faltring voice.

Manacled like a brute with straitjackets,
He reaches out to touch his own world,
a shadow before he became a fact.

2;
Proximities had gripped him on this room.
He was feeding his own voices on this lonely space,
As could feel the scraps of bones that were belonging to the ancestors,

A large holed secrets, he connot disclosed,
as he smell musts on their bodies.

A silent fever running across his brows,
Accusing himself,
He must distanced himself,
Away from his own intoxications with his own ghost.

As the sunlight fell on his sensitive eyes, as he opened the door,
As the wind toyed with his hair.
He rode ona car reminding him of the proximities to be kept out at its own distances.

Lurking behind the silent corners,
Proximities left him for a running ghost that spared himself away for another day.