OVERWHELMED

A short poem on surviving with someone’s mental illness

It felt exactly like you were trying to kill me.

I was taking it too personally.

Giving you power over me.

This I can resolve.

We will evolve.

Your choices I will never comprehend.

Let alone understand.

It is watching you destroy yourself.

No one understands, that’s a problem.

These choices you have forced on me.

I have tried to remove them but you don’t see.

All these feelings you give me are going to end.

I cannot move forward in pretend.

No one can: STILL YOU DO NOT BEND.

Certainly you are lost to me forever.

Reality dictates our ties will sever.

The psychosis you share is overwhelming.

Yet you continually go on composing.

I understand people do have different realities.

You are taking some questionable liberties.

There is a thin line between eccentric and insane.

You took to the wind like a hurricane.

I advised you once if you were going to tell stories.

To write them out with paper and pen.

You should have started back then.

You are not an actor on a stage.

Yet you continue in your rage.

If I find this taxing; it must be worse for you.

You cannot continue as you do.