Schizophrenic Stockholm Syndrome

“… that was a little more
than five minutes of Hell… “

It’s like being side-shunted,
when Manic Laughter
bumper-cars the Roars of Anger,
forming a Deranged Mental Chain of…
I’m not playing anymore,
and you’d be Cruel to let Me.

‘Reality’ isn’t real, you fool,
until you live in it…
if the heavens are beetroot in Africa?
so what?
I live Here, under a different sky,
this doesn’t make you wrong,
nor me either… but,
I need to adapt to my surroundings.

“Touching it again
won’t make you better, mate
… in fact, it’s just keeping you
longer in that excruciating TRAP…
step away
from the inanimate Door Handle
… and settle back into yourself.”

ssSsssh, it’s just Noise,
it’s actually quite funny,
unless you’re trying to concentrate
… nuh-uh, it just seems that way,
on the edge of your seat, yeah,
and ‘They’
are coming through that Door,
like, any second, right,
I mean, you can absolutely feel It,
you know It… the very next second,
it’s so tense that ‘Second’
… and then It stretttcchhhes,
you get bored, feel silly, then move on.

The ‘Voices’ are not applauding ‘Us’,
and ‘We’ are certainly not
applauding ‘Them’ [Obscene Scream]
… and to be perfectly honest,
it’s Best that things remain This Way.

Paul Tristram is a widely published Welsh writer who deals in the Lowlife, Outsider, and Outlaw genres.  He wrote his first poem as a teenager following his release from the (Infamous) Borstal ‘HMP Portland’, and he has been creating Literary Terrorism ever since. Read other articles by Paul, or visit Paul's website.