Distraught & Incoherent

My mind’s foreign inhabitant entered my reality in 1982.
I came to believe in otherworldly things
and the devil laid his hands on me.
I was tortured to a point beyond rationality,
where laughing & crying became interchangeable
and I couldn’t distinguish between one & the other.

My life became servile to attendant hallucinations,
auditory, visual & tactile.
My daemon captor would promise,
“I’ll be gone tomorrow,” a clever lie testing my gullibility,
until it became an inside joke
beyond hope of ever coming true.

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Author: Emma Beane

"My history is still one of those mysteries I struggle with every day..." - [ebeane] ... All original works Copyright Emma Beane

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