My madnessA Poem by anartaoI may sometimes appear mad to the outside world, but no more mad than the outside world appears to meThe light it casts a shadow, and the darkness lights the room I lay in writhing comfort as my closed eyes pierce the gloom The solid ground once underfoot has given way to smoke and sand, the beating of my hearts replaced with springs and rubber bands And i cannot feel my eyes, just the lies that lay behind, my fingers grasp and close, directions hard when you are blind My feet they trip and stumble, finding toes from out my heel and the strengthening of backbones means i find it hard to kneel The words i utter twist and turn, and bite the face that feeds their
birth, I sob instead of laughing, and
my howling shows such mirth, and the whispers in my head are
painting pictures in my mind, the artistry of fleshless
fingertips are etched to help remind And the gnawing in my gut becomes a gnashing tooth lined maw, and the twinkle in my eye becomes a diamond without flaw, and i feel myself becoming, twisting, turning, changing shape, sweat and blood run from my pores, and journey on my nape And i look upon the stranger staring back from mirror’s form, there is thunder in those eyes stemming from that inner storm, for i cut the mooring ropes that had anchored me to me, and as i watch myself grow smaller there is so much i could be And i listen to my chorus of discordant babbling voices, for i opened up their cells amongst my spate of desperate choices, and although they screech and whisper I recognise familiar tones, and the mutterings of madmen comfort more than one alone And i find a certain sanity in the midst of all their calls, for my madness makes more sense than what i find beyond these walls © 2013 anartao |
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Added on May 1, 2013 Last Updated on May 1, 2013 AuthoranartaoSydney, AustraliaAboutI write to keep my self sane, and because the act of writing is also one of creating, and with the majority of power in the world today laying in the hands of destroyers, we need all the creators we c.. more..Writing
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