Sanity's Resting Place
I stand over them and laugh
Those poor fools
In those minds they writhe, choke, gasp
Subjects of my rule
And I cry "Behold, thy fate!
In where dost thy sanity lie?"
And now they cannot escape
From their own questions, what, when, and why
I raise my arms, the waters rise
I stretch them forth, the waters crash
My poor subjects are crushed beneath the tides
Wiping away their souls in a flash
Then I begin to laugh and twirl
That twisted dance and menacing laugh
But suddenly, everything begins to swirl
What is wrong? Have I gone daff?
A portal opens before me
It quickly pulls me through
It felt as if I could never be free
And I knew not what to do
But finally, fantasy is cast aside
As I found myself on my bed
A few books lay by my side
And a ceiling fan overhead
I look again at the place
Where my soul had rested so long
Still, only dust and empty space
Remains where that troubled soul belongs.
Copyright © Shaun Cover | Year Posted 2007
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