I know there’s someone in my flat,
it’s not just how I feel
Though they creek and bang and breathe,
I know they are not 'real’
It used to freak me out because
my outside eyes can’t see
But since my medication
I’m OK to let them be.
Still I have to look for them,
just in case I’m wrong
The wind? A cat? A thief maybe?
Perhaps a peeping Tom?
But every time I never find
a single trace or clue
My search reveals the same result,
there’s never something new.
So,
To the ghosts or spirit beings
who occupy my flat
I give you leave to co-exist
and just leave that at that
There is a chance you’ll be around
for my whole life long
So when your breathing bothers me
I’ll drown it with a song.
Fantastic idea. I’m sure it would be a real seller. Most people are fascinated by the minds of the mentally ill. Pink Floyds biggest selling songs are those around mental illness.
Im working on my “memiors” and poems now actually!! Lol. Good timing. Trying to get everythi g typed up out of my endless notebooks of scribbles.
Ill leave with a sample of one of mine:
Diaries of a broken mind
Glimpse of myself at a chosen time
Unspoken grind of a potent decline
Delusional signs defined and…
Designed to be left behind for me to find
If im so inclined, to rewind, the disastrous kind
I will then unbind from my master of minds
