Check into Happy Acres,
pay no attention to the views.
The Demons keep telling the mind what to do.
Lost in the chemically imbalanced haze,
the sky doesn't have that many moons.
Flashes of light dart back and forth
leaving reality far behind.
High life living, living life high.
Pay the tab get the fix,
remove pain from the anger.
Still mad within it's madness,
little help from the needle,
sadness arrives on a different plane.
Socially unacceptable no one must know,
the darling was sent away.
Run from yourself, the deed does scream.
Will someone be held accountable?
You weren't there then,
you're not here now.
You'd be better off to remain
forever in the cloud.
In a list
A contest entry
- The Gift of Lunacy by Marzipan.
850 points, ended June 13, 2007, 13 entries
Gold trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Please tell me what you think
Comments
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Wow... very nice portrayal of lunacy. I read this out loud and felt my head spinning. Congratulations on Gold, it was very well deserved.
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My first impression is that this is about a mental asylum and the person in it, though they're not given a name and we don't know who they are or even what they've done. All we know is that they're mad and that they're in this place. Parents perhaps are ashamed that their son/daughter had to go there and so they keep it a secret, perhaps telling neighbours he's gone to a boarding school or moved in with a friend, certainly they don't tell the truth.
My favourite lines are
"High life living, living life high.
Pay the tab get the fix,"
I love that backwards twist
and
"Still mad within it's madness,"
This is a truly great peice and though it doesn't give much away it paints a strong image and just oozes inspiration.
The flow is continous and doesn't halt, it keeps us fixed firmly in the poem even after the ending.
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