Lost In the Madness

Lost in the madness (that always is you) Nightmare acrylics in lipstick stain passions Blush on the fingers as mist falls the ground Silhouettes linger in street shadow fashions Nowhere is everywhere, you can be found Gripping these sheets as the echoes are haunting Calling the moon every name in the book Hearing your voice, in my head loudly taunting Beyond the glass it is so hard to look Angst lends a tear, as if I might need any Tissues fall stained of the puddles that seep Hours now counted, like minutes, too many Endless, the thoughts fill the sorrows I keep Trying to stand but the weight leaves me bending Exhaling breath when I barely can breathe Needle and thread, here’s my flesh, start the mending Truth, now a lie if that’s all you believe Steady I run as the alleyway crumbles Cobblestone darkness, my fears come to chase Once this was life, now a staircase of stumbles Memories etched that I cannot replace So here I lie with my eyes to the ceiling Outlines of yesterdays, my only view Midnight confessions, an uneasy feeling Lost in the madness that always is you
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Sands Avatar
April 4, 2023 at 8:36 AM
Well expressed, written with depth and I can feel the angst and pain to be released. I hope you have a nice day :)
Daniel Avatar
March 31, 2023 at 7:15 PM
Hey Chris, glad to read you again... The pain mentioned here, I hope it's not real, it's a raw cry of the soul, amazing stuff, anyone can feel the angst:)
Oldham Avatar
March 31, 2023 at 6:01 PM
It's so fascinating to read your poems, Chris. So raw and real, and well composed. I love the movement. This one ranks right up there. Best - john
Logan Avatar
March 31, 2023 at 2:53 PM
My, Chris. You went down deep to bring these emotions up to the surface. I'm on the second reading. It's really a confession of pain and the angst you mentioned. The 'needle and thread line... that's poetry.
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