poem-synesthesia


This poem touched my heart as it explores the realm of schizophrenia a kingdom or rather a prison that captured my mother Mable Palmer for much of her adult life.

Shawn L. Bird's avatarShawn L. Bird

I feel the light crawling

on my skin, burrowing in

and out through the pores,

illuminating my blue bones.

I see the glow of your pain

woven in the strands of my muscles,

stretched and aching like a long line

of scarlet soldiers dragging guns and stabbing bayonets.

I hear the purple shimmer of your displeasure,

Flashing gold anger explodes up my body

in shrieking tsunami waves.

I taste darkness and agony.

I smell the rainbow of your discontent.

I am you and we are

sensational.

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