Captive of Insanity

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic

A poem, within the lost cavens of madness, inside the padded cell, the imate lives within his mind.

 
Captive of Insanity
 
Within the deep caverns of my mind I scream,
Within the yawning mouth of madness I cry,
From the prison of my thoughts,
From the chains of my desire,
 
To the dungeon of insanity!
 
Like thin tendrils of freezing fog,
Thoughts stealthily creeping in,
Gradually enveloping me,
A demon grasping out,
 
Cutting to my heart!
 
Dragging me within its arms,
Deep into darkness void,
Thus it lays a hold of me,
Silence consumes all,
 
Icy claws of madness!
 
Not a breath or sound I hear,
To reach to clasp upon,
Visions flitter through minds eye,
Conjuring pictures there,
 
I laugh, I cry, I scream, I weep!
 
Thoughts but vapors – subconsciously, 
Existing without time,
Trapped within the inner caves,
Mazes of the damned,
 
Chains of vapours, walls of mist!
 
Creaking boards of old oak wood,
Scurrying feet in empty halls,
Dancing dreams from caverns deep,
Evils sounds in mazes dark,
 
Groanings from the mind!
 
Words do twist my life I see,
Music drowns in deafening waves,
Drums do summon death to life,
Spirits waging war,
 
Ghosts of thoughts long past!
 
Opening words that I may know,
Removing scales illusions cloak,
Visions in the night I see,
Whispers nudge and lead me on,
 
Thoughts in pages hid!
 
Things below do crawl and squirm,
Ravens fly to realms on high,
Visions veiled in darkness looms,
Cursed by selfish ways,
 
Understanding cryptic rhymes!
 
Tongues of fire words of ice,
Pain and suffering in their wake,
Erupting clouds of silver tears,
Weeping follows them,
 
Torments float through the air!
 
Sightless eyes in empty heads,
Ears that hear no pain, no woe,
Tongues that move but never speak,
Empty shells they be,
 
Woe to shallow flesh!
 
Mannequins that wander fro,
Lost in dreams that never end,
Singing songs of froth and filth,
Corrupting minds and souls,
 
Beware the voice within!
 
Spawn of darkness now they be,
Living shadows wisps of air,
Like a mist they tainted all,
Darkness claims the soul,
 
Yet confusion still remains!
 
I sit alone within the room,
I sip this poisoned cup,
Lost to all I’d hoped to be,
A captive of my fears,
 
Wisdom fled from me!
 
Beneath deceitfulness of friends,
Jaws of glittering wealth abound,
Deluded thoughts do spring to life,
Lovers bound in silver chains,
 
Imprisoned in madness!
 


Submitted: June 29, 2010

© Copyright 2021 Graeme Montrose. All rights reserved.

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Snow412

You know, sometimes I feel all of this. O.o I know, it's scary.

Very well written and in depth. People are often scared to admit that there are some things they can relate to in madness. Yet, we forget to realize--we are all a bit...out there. I mean, how creepy would it be to see a "nice" family and all smiles with perfect hair and teeth, sitting at a table in a room with pink walls and perfectly set wooden chairs? ....Yeah. The idea makes me cringe. Anywhoooo

Great write!! :D

Tue, June 29th, 2010 9:23am

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I agree, we all are at times brought to the brink, we totter on the edge, yes all these thoughts can be accessed. It is a matter of whether we fall prey and yield to them or push them aside and embrace reality! Everyday we read of some nice person, a person who everybody speaks well off, a loving and caring individual who suddenly snaps and totally losses it, become a completely different person, sometimes evil and doing evil sometimes just harmless but insane.

Tue, June 29th, 2010 11:45pm

the dead poet

yes i very well agree with the two comments above, this to me is one of the great poems on booksie, imagination useing a story to desribe feelings a very powerful poem, poem that shall not be forgot, at least by me i really like this poem, great job two tumbs up i would give it more, but i only have two tumbs,

Thu, July 1st, 2010 10:54am

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Wow thanks! I really appreciate your comments and for taking time to read and comment!

Thu, July 1st, 2010 9:51pm

PaulChafer

Excellent poem, one of your best mate, truly. (I like to write this kind of thing for characters in my novels. Writing about a hermit at present and your words sum up how he feels after a thousand years of loneliness.)

Tongues of fire words of ice,
Pain and suffering in their wake,
Erupting clouds of silver tears,
Weeping follows them,

Torments float through the air!

Sightless eyes in empty heads,
Ears that hear no pain, no woe,
Tongues that move but never speak,
Empty shells they be,

These two verses are outstanding, just brilliant! The misery you relate, the torture of insanity you convey, strikes home with deft accuracy.

Well done mate, very impressive.
Paul

Fri, July 2nd, 2010 10:16am

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Sounds like an interesting story you are writing! Would love to read it when you publish it. Thank you for reading and commenting on my poem. It did take me a while to do it, not quite straight forward, it did not flow as smoothly as some on=f them have.

Fri, July 2nd, 2010 9:34pm

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