My Mental Rapsody
As I roast
on the coals
of my inferno,
my mind spirals inward.
Loneliness
sits down with me
and rambles in silence,
teasing my eardrums
with deafening tones
of misery and solitude.
Scratches form
upon my eyes,
blinding the feelings
in my heart.
Shifting ideas
gallop across
the wasteland
of my domain,
releasing
lost memories
from their graves.
There they go
skittering in the mist,
coiling through
the wrought-iron gate,
licking the platelets
from the spasmatic formation
that guards me.
And as
the mental axises split
I release Rage
from my service,
but he stays on
voluntarily,
frolicking in the chaos
and dancing
on the casualties
of my synaptic wars.
So I go back to my throne
alone,
waiting for the invalid
to knock on my gates
with my next notion.
Copyright © Mark Matthews | Year Posted 2008
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