Was She Crazy Or Had This World Gone Mad
Was She Crazy Or Had This World Gone Mad
As fantastic glitter flowed into a fast beating heart
she her dearest fantasy dared to not again relive
all of her life, beauty had been the hot, feverish goal
now in this purple haze she knew not where to start.
Could it be true that real living was so much, much more
than the shredded skins she dared to leave well behind
now she had seen it, its long hairy arms reaching to take
and deep into her weeping spirit, a newer hole it tore.
But it made no damn sense, it was neither man nor wild beast
yet she had seen the terrible thing that terrified so
it patiently waited inside her ghosted bloody dreams
some black-nights it begged her to on its own blood feast.
And she wondered, what the hell is this place she is at
With padded rooms, her only visitor, a hungry rat.
Robert J. Lindley, dark sonnet
no date, probably mid 1970's
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