Schizophrenic Poems, Short Stories, and Thoughts

A vague sense, his apparent impassivity
Surpassed only, by an unsubtle tranquility
Absent in a way, or in more ways, I’m absent
In how many ways, am I becoming stagnant?

I’ll cast a shadow, upon a dead rose
Until all you see of me, is just a pose
Tranquil states, mimicking a dose
Withdraw a meaning, until no one else knows

Weakness disconnects, like it’s the end
Remaining hidden, it feels like a friend
An incandescent glow, as shadows dance
Dazed and confused, as if in a trance

Slow and fuzzy, steady as she goes
An inevitable end, maybe a new rose
Soon, when an emotion begins to grow
Until then, just an incandescent glow