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Madness

Poetry is not my strong suit. I can only write it when I’m in a certain mood, and as a result, all of my poetry takes a much darker tone with more focus on mentality than my other works. I want to pause here to assure my readers that this poem was written a few years ago, and even when I was writing it, I had moved past the point in my life when I was feeling this way, so this poem is not reflective of my current mental state in any way. Now it’s just an interesting poem I wrote.
Enjoy!

Nightmares plague my past and future, the dreams of my sleep leak into my day. 

And when I can not stand it any longer, they double their attack,

 darkness covers me inside and out,

 my fears torment my soul,

 my friends stand by and watch me descend,

 into madness,

 unsure of what to do, of how to help.

 I blame them, say they abandon me, when really I was the abandoner, 

abandoning reality, slipping into the world of my creation,

 of my nightmares.

 I stand alone, even though people surround me,

 I stand unloved, even though people care for me, 

I stand unwanted, though people want me,

 I stand hated, when all I get is love.

Who am I now?

Darkness pierced by blinding lights.

Hands dragging me 

from the torture of nightmares, 

past falling away, 

future burning bright in front of me. 

New hopes, New dreams,

 New me.

The past falls from its perch of dominance

I am alive, I am new,

 A new future,

 love fills my empty heart, warmth fills my cold body.

I am alive again.

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