By Zubiya Surti
It was deep, dark, malevolent and melancholic.
The voices in my head roared;
struck the walls of my enclosed mind,
And i thought others were deaf!
It was unfathomably deep
and unimaginably dark.
Those bloody eyes watched me
and haunted me at every step.
And i wondered why me?
That evil thing bereft me of any courage
To speak, or think, or breathe, or move.
Pills of serotonin,
what could they do?
Hardly the tenth part of my condition they understood,
Those schoolmasters of science.
Much strength have i gained
as of now,
out of this hopeless paranoia.
Schizophrenia taught me more
than science ever could.