The Freudian Knot

Haven't written in awhile. Came to me in a dream last night. May work on it more later. May make it a song. It feels like one.

 

 

 

The Freudian Knot

 

I was unable

To comprehend

The extent to which

This would end.

Her world

In my world

And the hell

That would transcend.

 

She was a danger

Within her own mind.

I was the doctor

They chose to unwind

Her Freudian Knot,

But at what cost

And what horrors

Would I find?

 

The sessions

Began in earnest

As I delved deep

Within the context

Of her insanity.

Such complexity.

How she put me

To the test.

 

Dementia

Had gripped her early

And she lost

Her hold on reality

From the monsters

Called "father" and "mother"

Who thumped the Book

And her with cruelty.

 

The beatings

Had left her broken

And susceptible

To suggestion.

Demons came calling,

Like moths to her wailing,

Her soul condemned

As they took abode within.

 

My onslaught

Took a heavy toll

But her mind

Would not let go

Of its tragedies

And its calamities

That held reign

And kept her prison closed.

 

So unlike

the great Alexander,

I was unable

To fully render

A final solution.

Only found confusion

As I looked inside

And glimpsed the danger.

 

Those devils

Found within me

My own decline

Toward entropy.

A Freudian slip,

Such a short trip,

And her darkness

I began to see.

 

Madness

Was not my mission,

But Fate

Made its own decision.

Took existance

Within my resistance.

Now I sit chained,

Dwelling in delusion.

 

I was unable

To withstand

The extent to which

This now ends.

Her world

Now my world

Hell waging and raging

Uncontrolled within.

 

Legion

25May09

Reviews

[TamiViolet]

Freud dug us deep into the pit of reality. For those that don't believe his psychoanalysis is worth a damn, so be it. He offers much in understanding self-evolution. You do a great job Legion. Survival becomes a daily chore when others from our past invade, intrude and control.

Madness,
Was not my mission,
But fate,
Made its own decision.

I could attempt to decipher this one for hours although the attempt would be fultile as I feel pain and torture. Destiny becomes an ill-fated b*****d. Literally. Yeah. I, too, feel the lyrical tone.

Nicely done.

[S.S.P.]

tough one you've got here legion. a story of meaning related in a meaningful way. excellent work, keep it real ;)

[J Carly]

I sit in awe, dear sir. Would that I could do that thing you do. But, alas, I'm stricken with the truth that I must only write what I know, which is but limited to love, heartache and babies. Kudos to you, though for being so well versed in such a wide variety of topics.

Anyway,this is by far one of my favorite reads! It's really quite perfect in every way.

[raining]

yes i agree, ... i work at a mental health agency... this is well done. it is too bad we cannot listen to real analysis any more. it is all now "meds". the psyche is more than that. thanks for your poem, raining.

[Dragon Witch]

This is brilliant! Scary but brilliant. In truth the line between sanity and insanity is a very thin wavering line dependent on perspective. One man's meat is another man's poison as you have highlighted so well!

[wolfshrew]

this could turn into a great story

[1809 Black Plague Decem..]

Legion, I am enamoured by this sole poem. I'm so betaken by its seduction and enlightment to the inner core of madness. -----------mishel :S

[Judy Fitzpatrick]

It sort of reminds me of a modern day shakespearean-freudian- speech thing. its very fascinating! well written!

[Sharon Miller Bolander]

A most interesting tale. You say you dreamt about this and I could see it unfolding as I read. Yes, perhaps a song would work. Thanks for sharing, Sharon

[Brianna Brie]

Excellent work! This takes compassion to a whole new level. To become what they are. You are an amazing writer!

[Marie Anzalone]

You write this as if this were a real story... and I empathize with you if it is. I found this haunting- probably because I have tried to love an insane man. I am reminded of one of my favorite songs, which has the lines, "and I in all my imperfections, I was lonelier than you/ well I couldn't be the savior for your sins/ and I felt so far from falling out/ that I couldn't get back in"
very nicely done