ODE TO MY LITTLE SISTER SUZANNE JESSUP
I look around feel
and see the world close in on me, no one could be as miserable as me.
The world is real but I all alone remain insane, insane,
Trying my best to be normal but instead,
Schizophrenia haunts
me night and day.
Why my psychologist doesn’t help me to live separated from delusions,
I don’t know.
I with my husband and two small boys who would have a normal
family life except for me,
Happiness resides with friends where fun dwells and the air
swells with laughter,
And continues on up to resonate the church bell towers
across the street on to heaven.
I breathe damp stale air in the bedroom, look around and see
the grey world,
Ugly objects standing steadily unconcerned uncaring giving me extremely scary looks.
The days go by on and on and my delusions in our home on
Denver street are there
The long not forgotten misery has turned out only sad
memories for me.
To be continued…
KARL WALLACE D.D.S.
