Mind's Requiem

• Tia Spaulding, Grade 11
• Poetry
• 2011

I feel sunken as I feel their harsh eyes, so focussed on me alone
Are heavy, like one thousand thrones.
They don’t look away.
They don’t speak a word.
They just glare,
Their thoughts so loud, they're almost heard.
Their gaze, heavy on my shoulders,
Watching, as the muscles in my neck tighten.
The paranoia that gets inside my head is overwhelming.
“Please look away,” I think to myself, frightened.
As my heart races, everything is covered in a thick lull.

I feel myself sinking back into that dark place.
Where voices agonize,
And the sound of invisable footsteps follow.
Growing louder with each step, they antagonize.
Rsentfully urged to be confined to this, a slave.

O sorry plight I feel
Madness, proving hard to conceal.
War on myself, unwillingly waged.
This feeling, these doings, they make oneself caged.
How long must this delirium drag on?
With no one, nothing, to rely upon.
Bodies around me turn a blind eye.
As I'm left, slowly, I surely shall die.