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A Silence Away From Sanity




fear unfolds
underneath my skin of stone
where disease creeps
withering to wrinkles in time

mind seeking new visions
an escape to realism a wink away
yet finding the door
another new days challenge

screaming voices frolic
in my desperation
wishing for placidity
or just one melancholy minute

wasting away
nerves numbing from a toxic drink
of realities poisonous persistence
as the hour hand stops at 3 am

a revelation
where stillness now sets
upon my sordid mind
completely at peace

....I am forever...
..a silence away from sanity.

Author notes

Okay so I tried. I hope this is what the quote meant by "As a writer, words are your paint. Use all the colors."

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  • poet2angels gold member
    April 25, 2007

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    amazing

    This is so real and the imagery is wonderful...
    I love how you ended it:

    "a revelation
    where stillness now sets
    upon my sordid mind
    completely at peace

    ....I am forever...
    ..a silence away from sanity."

    WOW!

    LYnda


  • Kari gold member
    April 21, 2007

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    This background is great!! I LOVE it and this poem is wonderful. The best of luck to you in the contest
    Kari


  • WolfHeart
    April 21, 2007

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    Splendid

    Brilliant line "a silence away from sanity" - how well that speaks to me and I am sure many others. It was dark, yet held food for thought. I like the brief sentences, lack of punctuation, and the stark aura of the poem. Very well done!!

    Wolfie


  • ScarletO gold member
    April 21, 2007

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    You have done so well with this poem. I feel all the tension that comes with motherhood and being a wife. Those wee hours of the morning when all should be sleeping are taken by those little ones who wake up needing a hug of gentleness. It is a bit much at times. I feel you have done well at describing and painting well with your words in this poem. Great job honestly.


  • Sacrificial Love
    April 21, 2007

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    Oh my...

    not only did you paint a picture...you instilled in me the emotions and made me feel...scared...and defeated... while I read this piece...

    You did a great job of pulling your reader in...

    Wonderful write...
    Good luck with the contest...

    xoxo
    Heidi

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