Asylum

A collection of those thoughts which sometimes keep on coming back up to the surface...

White is melding into grey.

Curtains are falling, no, fading.

My eyes don't want to see.

Focus. Focus is gone.

Mind. Mind is ignorant.

Nothing wants to feel, know.

Is that a call I hear? Is it for me?

My mind doesn't want to know.

I think I see a light.

It's so dark. There is no light. 

Light is just a figment of an optimists imagination. 

There is an essence of a melody inside my ears. 

I cannot tell what it is saying - it is all meaningless.

Numb. Numb. Numb.

Is it a cushion or a knife - I cannot tell. 

My eyebrows knit in confusion. 

I think my eyebrows have turned into my mind.

My sight is no more.

I feel, no, hear a presence. 

Away, away with you.

I'm fine.

Smile.

Crack, my face has cracked. 

Black.

Oh well, I am ignorant. 

I am no more.

"Darkness and pain entice me here"

You are welcome, enter within.

I can breathe again. Breathe the fog that fills my broken face.

Salvation has arrived.

My call has come. 

Author's Note

Again, this is another one of my gurgly-weird poem things! Please, do not smile too much at the positivity that it holds!

Reviews

[Enid Blake]

Lol, yes lots of confusion in this poem - in a good way. It read like a transcript of a tortured mind, perhaps self inflicted torture. Like it was almost begging for quiet. I like it :)

[Stephen C Morgan]

Awesome, thanks! I never like to be too obvious when writing like this :P

[C.C. Marx]

Hey now, don't go to positive on me here! :) well anyways, great job it is absolutely brilliant, very well written! free verse is my favorite

[Stephen C Morgan]

Oh, of course, I do apologize, maybe next time I should add a slight hint of negativity if you'd like!? :P

Thank you very much - I wasn't sure how this would come across. It's very nice to hear such great feedback :)

[C.C. Marx]

Honestly, positively is overrated. I mean who wants to write poems about rainbows and unicorns and how someday we will all be rich and happy blah blah blah! And your very welcome btw :)

[C.C. Marx]

*positivity

[Stephen C Morgan]

That is brilliant!! :D I'm pretty glad someone else agrees with me on that - there is no need to cover everything with sparkly, rainbow coloured tin foil while singing, soulful songs about how uplifting life is and nature and bleurgh. Roll on the darkness of Hallowe'en, that's what I say! :D

[C.C. Marx]

Exactly i mean positivity is fine now and again but sometimes too much positivity is enough to make me want to hit my head against a wall. I mean who is happy all the time? The best poems come from tough emotional times, when your actually inspired. Poems about how great your day was or how amazing you are...no thanks

[Stephen C Morgan]

Very true! If there was a poem that ever started off with the line "Sunshine sprayed itself joyful-" BLAM I'd throw myself into oncoming traffic instantly. There's just so little emotional attachment to that - of course this is my personal view but a line which opens with the ultimate depression in its meaning - now I am hooked!

[C.C. Marx]

haha well i guess thats just how you are...and now I'm gonna ask you a favor and your gonna hate me for it :P

[Stephen C Morgan]

Ohhhh dear. Do I want to hear this? :P

[C.C. Marx]

yes you do! I challenge you to write me a HAPPY poem about a unicorn and a rainbow, I DARE YOU!!!

[Stephen C Morgan]

AHH! *melts*

Oh jeez. I'm quite glad I have a mountain of chocolate to aid me in this impossibility :P

I have to warn you - it may take me a while to even dare make my mind think of p-p-p-positive things. *Must-never-reject-dares* :p

[C.C. Marx]

That's exactly why i DARED you. No one can resist a challenge, no worries though, i believe in you. :) haha sucks to suck right now lol