(84) Obscurity

This is a poem from 2006 which once featured on the Ning site www.Strangefire.com

Clashing with obstacles

That are always in the way

Seeing with only blind eyes

Things that will never be there

Open wounds that will blister

Come weeping from your mind

Silently screaming in your skull

Taking you away into obscurity

 

Being blind folded from reality

Locked away from the world

No one ever wants to listen

So you only see a grinning jester

Who is playing you for the fool

And taking away your sanity

Leading you away from purpose

And dragging you into obscurity

 

You are left a grinning skull

Locked away in your padded cell

An infested mind of rotten gore

Your head squirming like maggots

Eating away into your madness

Blackness of the real life

You are now forced to leave behind

As you fall deep into obscurity

 

 

 

copyright Chris Smith 2006

Author's Note

A few years back I was on a ning site called Strangeworld run by a group called strangefire. This used to be one of the poems there.

Reviews

[SpokenWord]

Our minds are powerful and they can create something from nothing, we can imagine it, it can be created. I like how your poem talks about this a little in the form of wounds and blisters that weep from our minds. Everybody wants to be heard but not many are willing to listen this part of your poem is my favorite. I have had many friends who always talked and never wanted to listen to anything they are no longer my friends. I will never understand insanity well I hope I never do or experience it. I think your poem is dark and wonderful and it flows nicely off the tongue.

[Sunni Davis]

There's a dark despair that I understand all too well. I've fallen into obscurity or what my mind made me believe was obscurity. The climb back from that fall is difficult and leaves many scars but its worth it. Great job, Chris!

[Neva Flores Smith - Cha..]

Such a wonderful dark piece! Bravo Chris!