Just That Archaic Poet Poet Rhyme

Anti-Psychotic

So overwhelmed in my Mind's bleak realm;
A mental dungeon where I am bludgeoned...
I lose control; release the helm-
(I have no strength; can barely function)

Beguiled by trials, my thoughts defiled-
Trying tortures, they compound- compile!
I lament this long torment,
And ponder if the pain's worthwhile

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Mark Peterson April 25, 2014 at 10:42 PM Boy, Chan, you packed a lot into these eight brief lines. You have written something here that manifests a high order of skill. The poem's impact is so enhanced by your pen. Regard the source of pain. It is often unworthy of the precious life energy given to it.

Barbara Gorelick April 10, 2014 at 8:23 PM I feel the same way so much of the time..is it all worth it? I did relate to your poem and wish it had placed higher. BG

Sara Kendrick April 10, 2014 at 2:45 PM Expressive winning work..Way to go..Sara

Dr.Ram Mehta April 10, 2014 at 7:37 AM Nice flow of words and expressions. Congrats on a fine win, JTAP

Poet Destroyer A April 9, 2014 at 8:54 PM Chan, THANK YOU VERY MUCH, CONGRATULATIONS.... :) This was a very tough one to judge... GEEES, enjoy my latest blog if you like.... always & forever... Linda

Scott Thirtyseven April 4, 2014 at 3:42 PM When you come through the other side it is well worth the fight. Nicely written too, good flow and sticks to a style.