Dysfunction

Living between selves

Fixed.

in pieces

Fixed.

in pieces

 

living

 

Watching from outside myself

how all that I am disappears

behind a curtain of absurd

 

I become empty

dropping the answers

revealing my emotions

and

 

myself

to death.

 

Letting hope convince me

of idiotic

dreams inside my mind

 

taking one step closer to a back hole called

madness.

 

I crawl...

 

Reviews

[Dani California]

haha! Unfortunately, I relate to this more than I care to admit. The descent from hope to hopeless is brilliantly portrayed, and though I would much rather acknowledge the opposite direction, sometimes this is how it goes..

Get up, dust off... and keep moving is the only way to truly evade the madness, or at least appear to have evaded the madness that is. ;)

I enjoyed this... outstanding work!

[Leran Vakem]

I really enjoyed reading this poem. The visions I saw were vivid in my mind.
Good work
Leran Vakem

[Mel Stevens]

Did I ever tell you I love your poems?
If not, then I just did. :)
Beautiful, as always.

[Ralphy]

This is an impressive display of words describing how one views themself from each angle and the difficulties they face in doing so. One thing is for sure here that's the ability for you to isolate yourself in order to visualize the different parts of you. I like your word structure. I wasn't sure about the back hole�wasn't sure if you meant black hole or not. Nice write

[Rev. Fr, S. D. Blankens..]

WOW, wonderful poem my friend. I love every thing about this and I really hope others enjoy reading this as much as I.