The Death of my Sanity

I forget who i am and what i was taught

As i grow I learn,

I increase that which they feel is important

that thing know as knowlege.

And yet in my mind there is a side of me shackled and chained,

as it roars i shake, the part of me i hate,

that which i can never rid myself of the deity that has the strength to tear me asunder.

As it breaths my hero dies, The hero i am,

in my mind as valiant as Lancelot himself stands tall against the Malicious Being.

To no Avail.

He falls in battle as my negative emotions rage.

My Hate my sorry My jealousy it burns inside me each time scarring me and leaving me with the liability. The beast merely smiles and goes back to its place of rest waiting for its chains to weaken again. And My knight ,my sanity? He is reborn as if he were a phoenix.

Though he sheds a single tear knowing that his strength amounts of nothing to this monster.

Reviews

[Vintage]

And it is very good. :) . . . I feel the emotion you put into this poem. There's some sorrow, helplessness, and weakness throughout the entire piece. Maybe anger, too? I like the consistency and your wording. The poems you've put on here before are good too, but I can tell your skills are improving to a great degree. Any problems there are just technical and they don't take away from my understanding of your poetry. Here's a smile for a great poet: :).

[Vintage]

I see so much in this poem . . .