Everything Is There In A Name... Poem by Sumana S C

My life feels incomplete,
My house doesn't bask in the sunlight.
Alone I go to bed every night,
Welcome every morn with the same plight.

My house is devoid of the brimming sound of laughter,
A shrill silence engulfs me,
I fear the sound of my own breath,
The bell doesn't toll for me.

My heart like my house
Has remained empty now for years.
There is no yearning, no passion,
My sole companion becomes my tears.

I cover myself with the blanket of loneliness
I pretend to be shocked at the clucking of his heels
I pretend he is there to kill me
A rush of adrenaline my mind feels.

I love to play this game
Where I find a purpose in life
I need to save myself from this predator,
But no one knows he is a figment of my imagination
I and solely I am his creator.

They take me to the hospitals,
They make me lie on the white sheets of the hospital beds,
They put me through varied test n medications.
But the predator remains there safe
Firmly lodged in my mind smiling at me.
It's only him and me who knows he is my creation,
By my side he would always be.

They changed the name of my game.
I hated the very sound it became.
It was like hearing macbeth call his wife Ophelia.
They named my game SCHIZOPHRENIA...