Azureblue's

Like an orchestra out of control

The words hidden so deep in my soul

So like a symphony

Words racing throughout

The pathways of my manic mind

 

Sometimes I feel the madness of insanity

Waiting, waning, in on me

Oblivious to silence

No place in time to give me rest

Or peace of mind

 

Seconds, minutes, hours pass

Time and time again

I find myself walking through these halls

Writing poetic verses on imaginary walls

These manic thoughts as I pace the floor

 

In circles, round and round

Back and forth I walk

Where is my destiny to be?

Am I so blind, I cannot see?

Are the voices of anient one, calling me?

 

The path I choose

Is the one right in front of me

Here, at my own command

Are my ancestor's,

those of the Cherokee

Truly trying to speak to me?

Oh, how can that be?

 

I find that I am only at peace

When I am weaving other people's dreams

For it seems, I have become a dreamweaver of sorts

I am blue, so blue! Just call me Azureblue's!

 

I am bipolar, or so they say

Just a softer word for manic-depression

Not to scare you all away

As though I carry a plague

Oh, my soul and then I crash

 

From the highest peaks of oblivion

Where far past dreams and visions dwell

To the outer realms of reality and hell

Where illusions of ectacy and thoughts of grandeur

once befell

I fall

 

For I have fallen so many times

So vastly deep within myself

So many a time

Fallen, fallen, fell

It felt like hell!

 

Those were the lonliest of times

I would ever come to know

When I seemed to have to hit rock bottom

Just to realize, a power greater than myself

He is my Creator, my grandfather, my friend

Reviews

[Nancy Lee Shrader]

Congrats on your great winning poem.

[Salvatore Buttaci]

Congratulations for winning the dorsimbra contest!

[Samuel Dickens]

Always rely on your good friends. Those who love you will not let you fall.