In this World of ours

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic
If insanity had a voice or a hand to write poetry with...this would be its' story.

Submitted: July 13, 2009

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Submitted: July 13, 2009

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In This World of ours
In my glass house,
Your voice resounds,
And it is amplified by the heat of rage.
Silence is shattered
As the rock of your sanity is thrown
To the world outside by my hand,
And the valley of contempt widens to swallow it whole.
Thoughts come on the tides—
The atmosphere collects the screams
Now escaping my throat.
The knife is blackened by the old blood once
Wrought,
And your heart is bleeding on the floor.
Dense confusion floods across the forgotten
Plain of clover;
Ashen vines lay strewn about the charred lilies that
Regard me--
despondent.
You are my tears—
The reason I weep;
Simple carnage carries me away to the edge
Of a mortal abyss we all must fall into
One day.
The river’s surface is calm, so you rest beside it
Not knowing I reside beneath to watch your slumber.
The sunrise cries out to tell you of
The oncoming journey,
And you awaken with troubled sighs.
Reflections on the water teach you to fear the love
I bestow,
Yet, you cannot escape this
Loss of sanity.
You are chained to these rotted planks of lost hope.
Will you take the chance of running?
Or will you sit in the silence
Knowing your mind is lost
And never coming back?


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