# Poem #67: Trapped

Author: bhscorch1313
Tags: Lost, Poetry, confusion, schizophrenia

#68 of Poetry

This is a poem about schizophrenia. I don't know anyone with this disorder, but it's an adaptation of what I think it would be like inside the mind of a schizophrenic. Enjoy.

_Trapped_

Along this broken path I walk  
Underneath the glowing sunshine  
Deep inside of me voices talk  
Whisperings that aren't mine

Dark gray clouds are all around me  
Amidst the crowd I fall behind  
I cower beneath the broad sea  
Of whisperings inside my mind

These voices try to bend my will  
Always telling me what to do  
All the medication won't fill  
In for the life I thought I knew

There is no place for me to hide  
From these terrifying voices  
I've no one in whom to confide  
With my life I have few choices

These voices muddle wrong from right  
My own conscience I must revive  
I cannot see the end in sight  
This troubled mind will not survive.

~bhscorch

"Trapped" is Copyright  **©** of Brandon Hauck (bhscorch)

Source: https://sofurry.com/s/3egjpJV1
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