A Thought Within the Whispers of My Mind

A Thought Within the Whispers of My Mind

A Poem by Zeldablue

A Thought Within The Whispers
Of My Mind

She walks along the edge
of madness,
on the cliffs of insanity
Her thoughts contorting,
twisting into disconnected fragments
weaving in and out of her
subconscious like a labyrinth
of tangled spider webs.

Her heart frozen,
numb
held like a prisoner inside
an unbreakable wall
of secrets and lies

"Lies," she says aloud
It's always been lies.

They echo in her ear like
the shattering of a thousand halos.
She covers her ears and screams.
Screams until the trees shake
And the heavens burst,
raining down a storm of
fire and sapphires

Fire for her rage
Sapphires for her heart

The gods above have heard
her screams and have
unleashed the demons
from her soul.
They surround her.
Isolate her.
Consume her.

She stares into the desolate sky,
watching the moon
disappear into a terrible sadness.
Such a terrible, terrible sadness

She drops to her knees,
Only to find herself
gazing into a mirror
of her own tears.

She traces the outline
of her face,
Her emerald eyes
shining like lanterns
in the darkness,
unable to grasp the reality
of the world she lives in.

She stands up to watch
the fireflies that
have gathered around her.
Enchanted by their beauty,
hypnotized by their radiant glow,
she falls into a trance,
floating though out
the sun,
the moon,
and the stars.
All so different,
yet connected by a single
thought within the whispers
of my mind.

© 2017 Zeldablue


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This poem is told like a story which I find fascinating. It is my favorite type of poetry!

Posted 7 Years Ago


Zeldablue

6 Years Ago

Thank you! I'm glad you enjoyed it!

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Added on February 14, 2017
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Tags: new age, psychological

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Zeldablue
Zeldablue

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When she is quiet There is a reason. She is sorting through All the chaos in Her head... And all the madness In her heart. LLK more..

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