Delusional Trip.

March 7, 2011
By Ilidalmis Morales BRONZE, Miami, Florida
Ilidalmis Morales BRONZE, Miami, Florida
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Sunshine slithers in through my windowpane
But I see no light through these wretched eyes
and I still wonder if my thoughts are sane
I hide behind my cellophane disguise

And I see couches floating in my head
And that's when I question humanity
I see colors in words that you have said
That's when I question my own sanity

Sometimes I wish I were still religious,
I wish I still knew how to be the same
Along with a lot of other wishes
But I don't think that God would know my name

Yet in these murky waters of my mind
Still lies the peace that I have yet to find.

The author's comments:
Generally, It's a sonnet about the lowest point in a person's depressed state; when things stop making sense. We think in terms of irrationality, seeming to forget our own depression and focussing on other things, bussying ourselves and pushing our problems aside. We lose what's important to us; ourselves, our religion, our hope. We crumble, wishing we weren't such fragile beings. It leaves us helpless and hopless, broken. By processing these negative emotions, you reinforce a false sense of self. Suffering has now become an essential part of who you are.

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