Havoc

Raging thoughts...

​I exhaust myself - in the hopes that the jarring thoughts which make me question my own sanity would sleep ... for they are a monster; when unleashed, wreck everything​ within reach --- 

I exhaust myself - shying away from the guilt that keeps barging in ... the soft trails of ashes follow me around; the buried emotions resurface and I am forced to look in mounting horror ---

~ I am my own havoc ~ 

Reviews

[Carol Cashes]

Aahh...you poets. A few well chosen and carefully placed words and you can describe those matters that others will wax forever about...myself included. I suspect I've already used more words than you in this very review...*ahem* In conclusion, I agree that we are prone to creating our own havoc. That is all.

[Dr. YumnaKay]

To be called a poet is very much a compliment for me 'cause I still don't consider myself as one...
Thank you for your words of appreciation, Carol. I am humbled.

[barleygirl]

The final line is brilliant! I think it's true for most people. Your dynamic descriptions convey the havoc your narrator is going thru. This is also a good representation of insomnia . . . showing how it is that some people have accidentally killed themselves in the pursuit of the sweet blotting out of everything that sleep can bring. WHEW!

[Dr. YumnaKay]

Interestingly, this was written with insomnia in mind being an insomniac myself, so I'm glad you made the connection.
Thank you for your words here, BG. I appreciate it. (:

[Chase Dylan]

Will my sanity sleep, or stay out of reach, just weak-minded I exhaust myself without sleep... The rhyming was on-point here, Yumna... To the pet ashes, from the mounting horror, to havoc self-created again... Wreckingly penned...

[Dr. YumnaKay]

The rhyming was quite unintended ;) but I'm glad it carried out okay :)
Thank you for appreciating this piece, Silente. :))

[Chase Dylan]

Of course, oh, well... Unintentionally spot-on, hah...

[Poetic Beauty]

Emotions that resurface are not easy to deal with. This piece conveys that thought clearly

[Dr. YumnaKay]

True indeed. Thank you for your words here, PB.

[Zoya]

Wicked! But can't deny...that's the truth. This was, unawarely, quite deep. I felt so very connected to it, the first para specifically. Very well written!

[Dr. YumnaKay]

Thank you for appreciating, Zoe. Glad you felt connected.

[Zoya]

No worries

[jacob erin-cilberto]

the turmoil within...not caused from without----
it's the deepest. The hardest to eradicate.

[Dr. YumnaKay]

Yes, true...
Thank you for your words here, Jacob.

[emmajoy]

You write so visually these days, full of emotional maturity, remarkably so. As ever, these words are very descriptive, displayed elegantly, and generally understandable, Yumna. However, on REAL life's stage, so many people create their own havoc, enjoying the theatrics of it. Being such a logical young woman, do wonder if you write against havoc rather than for it?!

[Dr. YumnaKay]

I think I write to remind myself not to cause more havoc than I've already done...
I agree, I've seen people set the stage and enjoy the theatrics just for the fun of it...
Thank you for your words, Emma. Always appreciated.

[J. J. Nightingale]

Wow, I can relate .. a mind and heart set, can create havoc.. sometimes we must separate ourselves from our emotions, and self doubt... (But I never do)...

I hear you, loud and clear !!!

Jazzy

[Dr. YumnaKay]

Sometimes emotions just bounce back from where we try to keep them hidden...
Thank you for your thoughts and for feeling this write.

[J. J. Nightingale]

You are welcome...................:)..................

[Annette Pisano-Higley]

Yes I so empathize with you. Brilliant, chaotic, disturbing, exhausting self- recrimination and ruminative thoughts."I am my own havoc.-stunning line. We have to let go of the past- it can't be changed and steals our precious time. Easier said than done though. I wish you peace my friend.

[Dr. YumnaKay]

I think we let go of the past but it often returns, sometimes with more forcefully than before...read moreI think we let go of the past but it often returns, sometimes with more forcefully than before...
I thank you for feeling this write, Annette. Truly appreciate your words.