My Mind's Trick

Sometimes, from inside, I hear a word
A phrase
A tune like symphonies imbued with sadness
or joy
That cries to me so softly
I am
The one that you have waited for
It says
I am your masterwork revealed
I come
From all your time in thought
And though
You've toiled at my whims before
Tis now
That you will realise your genius

Then, from inside, again I hear a laugh
Not sweet
Nor wholesome in its humor
But cold
Maniacal and familiar it rings
Ah yes
Everytime the same joke works
You fall
Into this hope with each new try
give up
You will not reach Byzantium
not ever
So come gentle to despair
And let the gold decay

Reviews

[Sami Khalil]

A fantastic write...Pen on........................

[mags]

I really enjoyed reading your poem and it is interesting to read different formats. A lovely write. Margaret