NSPM Poetry Submission - Jimmy H.

Submitted by Jimmy H.

 I feel the stingers
In my chest again
I feel the anxiety
Creeping in

I feel the flame
Under my skin
"This isn't real"
To me, it is.

You can see my eyes
But not the terror behind
Darkness cradling
My heart, mind

You judge based on sight
Not on the needles within
"It's not reality."
To me, it is

The door to delusion
An armchair in shreds
I know it's not your home
But, for me, it is

For us, it is.

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