Stone Poem by pranam abbi

"I don't see it coming, I feel it coming
When they shut the windows, I hear the voices coming
Even when the room is padded with egg stacks, I can hear them speaking

Medicated, educated but, insanity creeps in within
Humiliation, understanding relations
Society never realizes your position, the mental installations

Difference reveals the wisdom, between
Courage and cowardly, love and hate
Empathy and pity, narcissism and self-love"

He walks around at dawn, around the city walls wondering who to describe his mental status. After knowing his illness and disease, he still lit the spliff around the corner from his house. He walks around in peace, before his first drag. There is a pause between the last drag and throwing away the spliff. This pause is insignificant to him, but he does not realize this changes everything for him, for his starting of the day is purely based on delusions pacing in his mind.

"The morning had not come, without this stone
Delusions have come a long way, embedded in my stone
Diggers falls in my sight, but, ignored his high
The high that tingled me, through my body
She was so beautiful, and my wallet was empty
Delusional but, not stupid

Quarantine my mind, mind masks and timberlands
That's what I need, that's what she asked for me
Is it alright, I take my stone with me
She says, ' your high, my life, it is all gone'
Realization bulldozer breaks my stone
Converts it into a tombstone, ready to be place at the gates
With white flags of surrender, and notions of recovery"