Hideous voices
whispering through
the cracks of a broken mind.

A mind that once housed
thoughts
memories
dreams.

The remaining

Why a gun at night?
Invading monsters
Attack the right
Flank of my brain

The voices command Bradley to the phone
A dozen times a day he listens to a dial tone
Before punching in a number by rote
To

SOLITUDE.

You know nothing
of Schizophrenia,
They all start asking,
"What's got into ya";
and you wonder-

what's wrong with

Plunging headlong into your catatonic state
our relationship and future, compromised by fate
I watch you sitting, in a world