Poe's Diary

The distant sounds of silent screams

Echo through my soul

A nightmare filled with broken dreams

That time cannot console

My helpless mind will not yield

To these voices that I hear

My captive thoughts have not revealed

The purpose of my fear

Loneliness mocks my very being

As time comes screeching to a halt

Blame hides my eyes from seeing

Insisting it's not my fault

They say I'm mad, mad indeed

They know nothing of my pain

There's no one here to intercede

So this madness must remain

They call me a poet, poet indeed

How is it they do not know?

Can't they see the words I bleed

I'm Edgar Allan Poe

Reviews

[Brandon S. Whitten]

He is an inspiration. Used to celebrate is b-day and visit the Poe house in Baltimore. Excellent read and write.