Ripping my sanity

Here in the pit of a sanctified cavern

Darkness invades every pore of my soul

Grasping at walls made of stone, cut and jagged

Tearing my flesh as the shards take their toll

Carving a poem of granite intentions

Phrases of love fall as dust to the floor

Evidence trailing in breaths hardly reasoned

Nothing to rhyme as I lose so much more

Drowning in questions while heavens are bleeding

Puddles of crimson abound at my feet

Shoveling dreams in a creviced delusion

Sunk in the mud till I cannot retreat

Loneliness shouts in the stillness demeaning

Echoing chambers deplete in my heart

Calling my name which I should have forgotten

Ripping my sanity cleanly apart

Clutching my hands of the blisters now forming

Pain wreaks its havoc beneath severed skin

This is my fate, an abyss never fading

Bring on the end for I’m lost once again

Author's Note

Sometimes I wonder if it is all worth it. Just another fracture in the foundation of one's dreams.

Reviews

[Lydia Shutter]

The darkness in this poem is overwhelming! When anxiety takes over, the world seems to gang up on you. Your sanity, though, is clearly still in tact, Will. They imagery in this poem is super and the rhyming is flawless. Lydi**

[willweb]

Thank you Lydi. it was just one of those days.

[Pete]

very memorable as it leaves its mark. so graphic. all masterfully said. you're quite good at emotively knitting words together and creating vivid imagery with feeling. great title and message very identifiable for most of us. great write any way you look at it .. :)

[willweb]

Thanks so much Pete. Just a bad day (someone probably turned down the music) : ) I am glad you liked this.

[Linda Marie Van Tassell]

Life is full of ebbs and flows. Those of us who are more sensitive, who are empaths are attuned to the depths of every despair. We feel everything deeply, intuitively, and undeniably. I think if writing were not our vessel, so many more of us would be lost.

[willweb]

Beautifully said and so very true. Thank you Linda for your visit and comment.

[Steel Magnolia]

A sobering account of a broken state of mind; a courageous writing Willweb, one that seemingly ends void of hope. And yet your first line “Here in the pit of a sanctified cavern’ suggests to me there’s a dedicated place where reconciliation of opposing forces begin. It also suggests it is frequently visited. Therefore, the last line “Bring on the end for I’m lost once again” is not necessarily a forgone conclusion. Anyway, that’s how I read your voice. Thank you for sharing, it really challenged my thinking.

[willweb]

Thanks so much for stopping by to read. I am glad this poem touched you in some way or another. It was just a bad day on my part which does happen. Thanks again for your generous comment

[Carlos Lorenzo Estrada]

You take the reader on a harrowing journey of despair with this incredibly emotional piece of poetry, Will. I have always been drawn to art that speaks on emotional levels to its audience. This is a fine example of such work.

[willweb]

Thanks so much Carlos, I appreciate your nice comment and am glad you liked this

[DIVYA]

Pain and loneliness reach out from your words and grip the reader. I loved the simple beauty and the lasting imagery in this poem. It is worth it, indeed, my friend.

[willweb]

Thank you my friend. You always bring a smile to me when you stop by

[DIVYA]

You are most welcome, dear Willweb.

[Betty Hermelee]

I hope this was a really awful dream Will; The pain you write about is riveting and with such images of deep emotion; you are trapped, no doors to open and the poetic metaphors show us that your ability to write may only be in blood....you have lost everything and continue to drown in your own sorrows in a dark abyss. This is a very powerful, emotion-driven piece and so well done!
Best, B

[willweb]

Thank you Betty. Some days are just like that and I find that if I write about it sometimes it helps me to feel better about things. I appreciate your visit and nice comment

[Betty Hermelee]

you're very welcome Will
Best, B

[Seriana]

I wonder with you....
I can feel the anguish, the pain, the loneliness.
Brilliant take...If we could make but a wish.

[willweb]

Indeed, but what exactly to wish for? Thanks Serbian for reading my poem. Some days I do wonder why and just hope it all means something in the end. I appreciate your comment very much

[Throwing Romeo]

Chiseled stardust over and over
☆*_=-*°.~...

[willweb]

Thanks so much.

[light and ashes]

This is so good, and so well written, as sad as it is. You really make the reader feel the hell you are in. I've been in hell, and I know that hell is often a womb for something greater. Often a better/stronger version of yourself. The challenge is to survive until then, and believe me I understand.
Hang in there.

[willweb]

Thank you so much my friend. I should be saying hang in there to you. I hope you feel better soon.

[light and ashes]

I am and will be fine, thank you.