Turning?

Hi :) This is my first poem for Writer's Cafe. Thanks for reading. ~Aura

Wheels vibrate.
Doors hum.
Keys whistle.
Sounds of insanity.
The pain of insanity
sounds like a creak.
An obnoxious, morose
screeching sound.
Found in the depths
of my battered skull.
But my brain enjoys
it's pinging vibrations.
It's violent, horrible
lurches, like illustrations.
They force the world into a kind of
stalemate, plaged by vision.
Feared by those contained.
Loved by those flying.
But if you fly with only one wing
you will fall.
Those contained will laugh.
Those flying will moarn.
And the stalemate will cease.
As the skull is cracked.
As the vibrations fade out.
As the screeching throat is torn.
The world will turn,
the world will turn.

(Backwards.)

Author's Note

What do you think if my first poem?? :D

Reviews

[Desert Dreamer]

Wow, this is deep, gets more intense as the lines go by, love the way the lines get slightly longer toward the end, adds to the intensity felt..."the world will turn", a great way to end a poem

[Kala Benfield]

you want to know what i think!!!





i f*****g love it.