They Think Me Insane

Something I tried to put together, strayed from the original path.

They Think Me Insane. 

My voice is loud.

Mind wrecked with sound.

I refuse to be bound.

Chained down like

A ravage hungry lion.

But chains still choke me 

holding me keeping

me from freedom. Like

a bird in its cage. 

Eventually,

They threw me

 in the lake with starving, 

bloodthirsty piranhas.

My tongue cut out

of my mouth. Before

Tossing me to the ice...

freezing water, head first 

struggling to swallow 

gushing blood. 

As the needles 

Break my flesh I learn,

They don't like it 

when you speak out of line. 

Out of turn. Raising 

Questions that can’t

Be answered.

These chains of 

resentment, jealousy 

and standards are 

dragging me to the 

bottom faster than a 

sinking anchor. 

Author's Note

I don't really try for grammar in my poems, I put things where I want you to pause for sound.

Reviews

[Bacchus]

The poem bogs down
The reader with the poet

[Kathrine Rethorn]

Im sorry, could you elaborate?

[😂]

love these lines....

'Mind wrecked with sound.
I refuse to be bound."

"As the needles
Break my flesh I learn,"