Gnawing and Gnashing of Teeth

In the Madness of my Mind, I : Chatted with God
 The Music of HIS voice reverberates through the canyon of a dead Soul 
            Questions, so many questions : “Speak my son“, He Said
              Is reality Heaven, Is Life upon this Earth only a Dream
          Insanity; touches me, as I roam through the hours of the Past
    You may ask : WHY does the sickness of the mind affect the SOUL?
       “ If YOU do not know MY “SON”  : YOU do not Know “ ME “ 

         “Empty , a Soul that only Once new LOVE , until “ BARBARA “
        WHY?, WHY?, do I get the privilege  of “ LOVING  BARBARA “
       ‘ YOUR Blessing is Received “  as my mind, disputes “ REALITY”
   “ May I see my LOVE : Lenore; before I run to the arms of “BARBARA”
     I want to be LOVED, not necessarily; Physical or Sexual , “Just LOVED”
     In a Heavenly Voice GOD sings to ME, whispers in my ear “ BELOVED “
        “ If You do not LOVE MY, “SON” :  YOU do not LOVE  “  ME “

        Love ; decayed, rotted away in a rancid pool  of lost Emotions
    Feelings : Dead and buried long ago; Scratch the surface of the Earth
    Screaming in painful agony, crying the tears of the past “Set me Free”
     The Earth is cold, damp, dirty ; I find Peace in the emptiness of Life
     Death is a pleasure ; I can only Dream of  in a nightmare of Forever
   Madness deprives the Soul of consciousness , of reality, of ETERNITY
          “If you do not seek MY  “SON” : You do not SEEK “ ME “
Copyright © | Year Posted 2010

Poem

Post Comments

Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem. Negative comments will result your account being banned.

Please Login to post a comment

Neels Avatar
September 7, 2010 at 12:46 PM
Wow, a very deep and thought provoking write.. Gave me the need for introspection.. Take care Wilma
Christian Avatar
September 7, 2010 at 11:56 AM
a wonderful poem, it is true we Love both Jesus and God, our Lord said no one can go to the father exept through me, when all else rots and fades away Gods' Love and Gods' word will stil be standing firm, a great write open many eyes my friend,.. God bless you from diane
Get a Premium Membership
Turn off ads, get more exposure for your poetry, and get more features with a Premium Membership.
Book: Diverse Voices: The Poetry of Human Rights and the Pursuit of Peace