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Insanity or death

What’s the use of life when death always looms around?
What’s the use of freedom if I have to walk around in chains?
You bind me with fear, for the sake of your laughter.
You reduce me to nothing to feed your illogically burning hatred.
It’s not your fault!!! It’s the madness that creeps up like a boil
And takes hold of your senses…
The madness that let’s you play Hamlet and casts me as Claudius
Plummeting you with delusions of grandeur; making you quiver with
hallucinations and turn against your own.
Clinically insane…paranoid schizophrenic…that’s what the doctor declared…
Your actions are beyond your control…the abuses…the beatings…the humiliation…
BUT WAIT!!!...
Who will powder my scars when morning comes?
Who will give me strength when my brain clouds in sadness?
And who will be my guide when I cloak myself with depression?
If I could pound your head to make you whole I’d take a tractor
and run you over.
I’d pluck out my finger nails one by one and add salt into my rotting flesh if
that meant your speedy recovery.
I’d pull out my teeth with pliers and dip my hand in acid just so
you can be the you you were before it all started…
I’m on my knees…I am begging you…SNAP OUT OF IT!
It’s me Mara…It’s me…Me, the one who cleans up your vomit and
covers you when you prance around naked. 
Me, the one who force feeds you to keep you from eating 
the dirt you prefer to food. Me, the one who puts on a brave face when all
others reject you. Me, the one who’s supposed to look up to you but instead
I’m looking after you…
I’m on the brink Mara…I can’t do this for long.
You might as well pierce my heart with a poisoned sword and
blame it on the ‘ecstasy of love’.
Then be sure to scatter my remains for all to witness this great tragedy.
…Save me from this agony Mara…Put me to rest.
For there’s no slower death than watching your loved one
grow insane. 

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  1. Date: 1/20/2014 9:10:00 PM

    Vicky This piece is so heart wrenching. The picture you painted of this disease is so full of emotion and feeling. The reader can feel what is inside your heart and soul. Nicely done Thanks for the wonderful comment on my January poem.

  1. Date: 11/30/2012 5:00:00 PM

    The sacrifice one makes to care for one who cant care for himself does not go unnoticed by God, the sad thing here Vicky is in North America they tuck them away in some home where they can be easily forgotten, wonder what God would say to those folks, anyways great job here, blessings, Carl

  1. Date: 11/9/2012 12:28:00 PM

    Vicky this is incredible! I could feel what were put into it. Thank you for this wonderful piece. Nicely Done!!!!! :-)

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  1. Date: 10/6/2012 6:01:00 PM

    I can sympathize greatly, I have too, watched a loved one slowly change. I don't regret my past choices, but if I could do it again, I would have 5150d her, myself as the victim, out of love.

  1. Date: 9/25/2012 7:45:00 AM

    very powerful! very much enjoy your writing. warm thoughts, Ralph

  1. Date: 8/3/2012 7:50:00 AM

    'For there’s no slower death than watching your loved one grow insane' Honestly, poetry at its best. it approaches climax at humane speed but does not leave it at all. The tempo, rhythm and emotional manouvre excellent. Keep it on print for chronicles please. MJS

  1. Date: 7/27/2012 9:45:00 AM

    Wow...the details are awesome...excellent write here..loved how you captivated my attention in every line..enjoyed...regards INK-U-SCRIPT

  1. Date: 7/26/2012 9:08:00 PM

    powerful write wishes...Joseph

  1. Date: 7/25/2012 2:23:00 AM

    Strong with smile....very well written Vicky. - oxox love Anne-Lise

  1. Date: 7/23/2012 8:06:00 AM

    hi Vicky did you find my answer?In regards to your poem Very intense

  1. Date: 7/23/2012 4:46:00 AM

    Mara is a beautiful Romanian name, very old, I was amazed to find it in your poem. dramatic, indeed Imin like the end "…Save me from this agony Mara…Put me to rest. For there’s no slower death than watching your loved one grow insane. "

  1. Date: 7/22/2012 2:51:00 AM

    Hi Vicky,,, sneaking a peek... lol.. could not help once I'd seen the title... thank you... for your lovely support... xox~PD

  1. Date: 7/22/2012 12:37:00 AM

    wow deep write,good luck Vicky

  1. Date: 7/21/2012 9:18:00 AM

    love the poetic madness, vicky!.. who will clean the toliet??, winning huggs!..:)

  1. Date: 7/21/2012 9:17:00 AM

    love the poetic madness, vicky!.. who will clean the toliet??, winning huggs!..:)

  1. Date: 7/21/2012 3:22:00 AM

    I like the humour in drama. You have to find humour in drama to live too or you would go nuts. Yes, life can be a circus when evil causes movements,because if life was perfect there would be no story.

  1. Date: 7/21/2012 12:41:00 AM

    I feel this is terribly & edifyingly real for you Vichy- this composition,this terror in devotion is beyond imagination - You help me to remember what is imporatant - Death is ajealous thing,but also courteous - J.A.B

  1. Date: 7/20/2012 11:14:00 AM

    Vicky, is this for the insanity contest. If so, I think you did a splendid job portraying the frustration of living with madness. I wish I understood what the judge wants from us with that contest. Talking about Hamlet and all. I hope the way you did it will wow him.