Labyrinth

What is the definition of insanity?

Brick and mortar crumble
in my world of analogies and metaphors.
My senses fall asleep,
tingling with the weight of sand;
needles biting skin.

A labyrinth filled
with cries of agony
shifting
     spinning
          recreating...
LIES

or merely half truths --
a paradox of insanity.
My world of brick and mortar
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Author's Note

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Reviews

[Fabian G. Franklin]

I love the metaphor...insanity is like love...there's no cure so you are just stuck with it. I'm a poster child. ;o)

[Crowley]

Have you crossed that line...lol. Loved the creative formatting and the feel of the whole thing was that of losing control...exactly as intended. I love when you get creative.....makes me smile. Loved it.

[The Perfectionist]

This is another one of those poems where I just have very little to say. Playing with the structure is always fun, and you do a good job of it. The only thing I'd say against it is that you have a little too much punctuation in there. A lot of the things you end lines with simply don't need to be there, especially the periods.

[An owl on the moon]

The world does seem at times such a wandering place for our senses, and you reveal that feeling of dark captivity so well. Love the form and flow as well.

[just rose.]

great job with form. and i love the escher lithograph.

[writernubbin]

I love the imagery of this piece and how you laid it out...lies, crumbling brick and mortar, paradox of insanity...well done!! I like it!

[Brad]

love the set up of this, explains it so well that i can hear this echoed off of padded walls....

[E.H. Monroe]

even withuo the moving words of crumbling the idea of paradoxical insanity and lies that these things fall apart bring on the idea of the crumble. Like you leading with those things make us look forward to the crumble. Those of us that fall for the crap that has been shoveled...excelent and short..meaningful..whheeeee

[OT]

now I read this yesterday!! why did I not bloody comment? haha

I love that it all alludes back to the idea of lies - we build the world around us - for any interpretation or view of the world is merely our take on it, just one view... one image - a lie or metaphor created by each individual person... do they represent the truth - unlikely... where some find beauty, others find pain - yet the same image, metaphor or labyrinth - just different decorations!! when we see the real, the metaphors crumble to the ground as the walls fall apart and ultimately... we end up vulnerable in truth!!! big discourse haha lots to think about!! nice!!!