paranoid schizophrenic son

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic

Submitted: June 09, 2017

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Submitted: June 09, 2017



Everyone will be happy when I am dead.

Perhaps the world will be a better place

without my dark, unwholesome thoughts and dread

of all the fearsome wolves I have to face.

Are you the lost, impassioned psychopath?

Are you the wolf that lures the sheep to slaughter?

“Respect authority, do good in math—

and now find wisdom from a dragon blotter.”

The truth—a paucity of fantasy—

contaminates my psyche and my blood:

creating love, it is athanasy,

that comforts and condoles before the Flood.

My death will always be your sanctuary.

Dear friend, my funeral will be in February.

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