Poetry Corner
A small selection of poetry by Raymond Johnson

I wrote this poem in 2010 when I was feeling down. It's about coping with mental illness, knowing that things are not going to get any better, and pleading with it directly. In terms of poetry the structure breaks down a little toward then end, but I didn't want to alter it and risk effecting its message. If you're wondering as to why I've called it Lizébet I've no idea either, it just popped into my mind. The é is a silent pause like a breath, so the name is pronounced Liz-Bet.


I know you're there hidden in the shadow of light,
Ready to pounce on me first thing at night.

Like a hunter stalking its prey,
Never stopping from childhood to this day.

With my eyes I can see you all around,
Like a whisper of a ghost you make no sound.

Are you an illusion of a broken eye?
Why can no one see you except I?

Are you a repressed memory of horrors' past?
Or a suffocated birth causing me to gasp?

What are you telling me? If only you could ask.
How do I know your name? Please remove your mask.

I'm willing to listen and willing to help,
You have no need to haunt me, you're hurting yourself.


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