Simmering unquiet mind.
The dark hole it has to find.
Fear of being me, at war with the ‘other’ constantly!
The blood bleeds just the same. The pain always seems to remain. For what can’t it let free? What the hell is wrong with me?
Noises in the night. Hair stands in some kind of fright! Dreams I do not know. In places I have called home. With faces I seem to feel. Their secrets buried inside of me.
Perhaps there’s a darkness attached to my soul. Some evil it once let grow? Some pain that death did not set free. Some history alive inside of me?
In time my senses came to terms
With such medieval justice,
And found the hole they cast me in
Accustomed to my taste.
I’d made myself a tidy home,
Proclaimed myself Augustus.
Content within my realm of stone,
All memories erased.
My companion is confusion
There are demons to be fought.
They reside inside my mind,
Messing with my thoughts.
I try not to listen
But they whisper in my ear,
They tell me awful, awful things
While laughing at my fear.
I was given medication,
Saying it would help, but yet
My mind is still imprisoned
In this mental oubliette.
Entry for
The I Of The Storm Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Maureen Mcgreavy.
23/11/18. Placed=1st.
from the oubliette
far down in the lonely ground
the sound of weeping
out of sight, but not of mind
drown out the echoes with wine
by Gail
Like the deepest darkest chamber
Way below the castle wall
There’s no one to see the teardrops
There’s no one to hear you call
High above a light is shining
Is that laughter you can hear
People talking, people playing
While you’re trembling with fear
Though the cell is non existent
You have only you to blame
There’s no lock, there are no bars
But it holds you just the same
If the day comes
that I shall write no more
not aTo exist as ordinary.ble to canvas
visual fantasies of my soul.
On that day! I shall be ousted as an artist.
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