The Illusion of Medication

This sanctuary is an illusion of internal peace.
Enticing me with hopes of an eternal peace.

This sanctity that I feel eases me temporarily.
Yet I understand that it is merely temporary.

I am sad and alone as I write this,
yet I am free as I write and create.

I vainly hope someday that eternal peace comes.
Yet I understand that will never be.

Psychosis has destroyed me leaving me in ruins.
Yet there is an internal glow that exists.

A heartbeat thunders from within
and I know I am still alive while writing this.

I am a poet, with poetic thunder within
that drives the blood into my hands

so I can scribble these words of sorrow.
A sorrowful storm that brews from trauma.