Schizophrenia

I can hear them. Can't you?
The voices swirling outside my head,
The empty promises leaving me
Unfulfilled.

I can see them. Can't you?
The beautiful wings
The pointed, black beaks
Both graceful, yet deadly.

I can't hear you
I can't see you
I can't touch you.
But you say you exist.

You urge me to do my best
To eat this pill.
What pill?
There's nothing in your hands.
I place my hand on your shoulder
And feel nothing.

I hear them again.
Promises of peace and relaxation
A world without this anxiety.
Where is it, I ask?
'Come here, come here!' is all they whisper.

I see them again.
Deadly birds, all colours of the rainbow
Flying over my head
Painting the skies.
So beautiful, yet I wonder
'Why such cruel beaks on such beautiful birds?'

You are here again.
Forcing me to eat nothing
Though something falls down my throat.
You tell me to stay in my room.
But there are no walls around me.
Only my companions,
The birds,
The voices,
The sky.
That is all that is in this world.
Mine.