Madness of the Darkness

As I see the rain fall,
I hold a piece of glass.
It's edge sharp like all,
My thoughts filled with people who always harass.
I cry of the never-ending screaming,
Of the hurt and numbness I'm feeling.
With one look at a puddle,
I feel like drowning in pain like a cuddle.
My fingers enclose on pain,
Like thorns digging in my flesh,
The surreal pain I forth gain.
The wonder of gasps from my mouth,
As I raise the glass that drops blood.
To hurt myself I could.
The room is in constant blackness,
Is it any wonder I've been taken to the place of Madness.
I feel like crying isn't enough,
Like my life is one gamblers bluff.
Drinking in the pain like ecstasy,
My skin of fire with the burner next to me.
The glass drops from my grip,
My saneness losing it's grip.
I keep calling out names with meaning,
Not noticing my heart has stopped it's slow,
countless...
Beating....

Author's Note

This isn't anything like me, but the feeling is strong

Reviews

[Caleb Pendleton]

I quite like the emotion infused in this poem but feel the rhyming takes away from the seriousness. I suppose that puts me and this poem at a standstill, as the rhyming is integral to the form of the poem and yet (to me) cripples the theme. So when it comes down it all I have to say it's a good poem, with good ideas and structure, but I personally am put off by it.