Submit Your Poems
Get Your Premium Membership


Quote of the Day

Quote Left"The harder you work, the luckier you get."Quote Right

by Gary Player

  |  Comment

Mad Mind

Richard Hovelsrud Avatar  Send Soup Mail  Block poet from commenting on your poetry

Below is the poem entitled Mad Mind which was written by poet Richard Hovelsrud. Please feel free to comment on this poem. However, please remember, PoetrySoup is a place of encouragement and growth.

Read Poems by Richard Hovelsrud

Best Richard Hovelsrud Poems

+ Fav Poet

Mad Mind

“Mad Mind”

I am seeing things that are not there; I hear my name whispered softly in the night air,
I feel a presence in this house, it follows me everywhere, 
I hear strange noises in the attic, do I dare?

I long for faith at my side, but have only fear, 
Hunted by an invisible beast, who hides with an evil glint in his red eyes,
I flee from the attic and run to the stairs, but I hear sinister laughing come from down there.

Why is the night so dark and the air so cold?
How I wish the lights would turn back on.

I feel the monster everywhere,
As if I am trapped in a treacherous house of mirrors,
But when I dare to stare, I find only me standing there.

Where did this darkness come from?
My only hope is to breathe this malignant air.

Sprinting from my house, I hide in the woods
But I can feel the breathing of creatures, and smell fire everywhere.

Onto a lonely old road I run, but my predator is waiting for me there.
Up ahead is an abandoned farm house, that was destroyed long ago by the fire in this air.
Across the open field, salvation awaits there,
A empty church with open doors, and a powerful cross that hangs there.

Now I see it is the Devil trying to beat me there,
The perverted Angel spreads its rotting wings and ascends into the night air,
It laughs, it roars, it screams, then it calls my name and say’s
“I am the one who has always been there.”

Into the church I run, surely
 God will protect me there.
But just outside these holy gates,
Hell itself awaits there.

Pounding, pounding at the gates I know he wants in here,
I hide in the chapel, but through an open window,
He can see me there.

The wind brings a chill, and then evil freezes the air,
I rush to close the window, but a strange demon beats me there,
With all my faith I stare him in the face, and shout
“You are not welcome here.”

Then the drumbeats begin, 
you can hear them everywhere.
The walls begin to burn, and the laughter once again
engulfs the night air.

I now know my fate, and the ending to this story draws near,
I now do the only thing left to do.

I clutch the mighty sword, and raise the heavy shield,
and storm out into the open night air.

But there is only me standing there.






 
 

Post Comments

Please Login to post a comment
  1. Date: 3/16/2014 2:03:00 PM
    Richard :) It was nice to see your poem featured in the poetry soups, home page this past week. Enjoy the coming week. Always & Forever *LINDA

  1. Date: 3/15/2014 10:17:00 PM
    Congratulations on your poem being featured this week. Read and enjoyed it, richard

  1. Date: 3/11/2014 10:07:00 AM
    oh! WOW! Richard, this deep... , CONGRATULATIONS, on having your poem featured on the soup's home page. I'm always enjoying The Soups top picks of the week. Take Care ~SKAT~