Schizophrenia

I catch a glimpse
A broken glance
And return it
With eyes wide shut

I hold my hand
Out with hope
Wishing with
No guarentees
I leave my heart out to shrivel
Dry up in the sun
But it rains
So still it remains
Pinned so gently to my sleeve

I sat there waiting
Praying
Saying things that probably
Meant nothing
Only to my babbling mind
To quiet the whispers
Left by your absence
I cry
To quiet my mind