Look! what I found in my draft, written once and never shared . . .great prose poetry for the World Mental Day celebrated every 10th of October. Mental illness is something that I have at heart for some particular reasons.
Psychedelic colours haunting once mind
Optical delusional sights
A whole area of new perceptions
They are behind them
Scared and childhish
Uncurative for many
Outcasted social pariah.
They creep under the skin of your head
staying there in the dark
They feast on emotions of fears
Waiting for the right moment to grasp their prey
Yes you are their prey.
As futile and furtive and asservative
As darkening and gloomy and dimness
As echoing and crying and screaming
They parasite your cell membrane.
The remembrance of trying to clothe like anybody else
The hatred eyes on you
You run naked
You are silently screaming
Behind an opaque fence
Filthy and smelling
Agar and lost
Its all in their head
It’s all in their eyes
Freedom of thinking lost