Superego

Twisting and turning in darkness of night,

The mind erasing the color of blight.

Id and ego, a fungi of rust,

Pleasantly reeking of cankerous musk.

Skeletal stretching of the infuriated man,

Confounded and quivering upon the seed he ran.

Rancid grey matter putrid of soul,

Mind all a shatter anew with a glow.

Immaculate and pure, unpolluted and whole,

Arms reaching upward, luminous and thriving as the glistening shoal. 

Reviews

[Coyote Poetry]

I love how you use the language. Making the reader want to know more. You give enough to grasp the reader attention and make them use their imagination. Each line in this poem. Led reader to visions and thoughts. Thank you for sharing the outstanding poetry.
Coyote

[BrokenWingedPhoenix]

Thank you, that is very kind. :)

[Coyote Poetry]

You are welcome.

[Connie]

another great write. well done.

[BrokenWingedPhoenix]

Thank you.

[Philip Muls]

The hints at Freud... Beautiful combinations of words like 'a fungi of rust'.
Vocabulary that goes beyond me as non-native English...but absolutely wonderful.

Well done.

[BrokenWingedPhoenix]

You are too kind, thank you.

[Daisy]

wow you do have talent to describe so much in few lines....
amazing poem

[BrokenWingedPhoenix]

Thank you so much, I really appreciate that. :)