Schizophreniac's Demise

• Tom Sharp, Grade 10
• Poetry
• 2013

Dancing to a beat unheard by others
Speaking with ghosts, his unseen brothers
Reading between the lines of the weekly paper
Seeing them there when others see vapour.

Microphones reside in all dark spaces
Relaying all his words to their secret bases
They’re after him, they will come soon
The world is unreal, just a cartoon.

He’d never been able to pinpoint where they were
He’d checked everywhere, but then one night
It dawned on him where the demons hide
All they’d done to him, he couldn’t let slide.

They lived in his head, so he ended the fight
At last he was free of the perilous plight
He lay down in his bed, turned out the light
Put the barrel to his head… Goodnight.