There’s a chair in my head, by a bed,
I sit and watch the world,
Going by, makes me cry,
I feel my rage unfurl.
With thoughts not my own, set in stone,
A stranger in my head,
Changing rules, choking fools,
To grind my morning bread.
My mind, petrified, thoughts denied,
My shifting memories change,
Changing mood, makes me brood,
Is it me? It seems so strange.
There’s a fire in my head, burns the bed,
Engulfs me in the chair,
Burning cold, taking hold,
Beyond the point of prayer.
I sit undisturbed, unperturbed,
A cleansing fire within,
Burning flesh, thoughts are fresh,
To weak to fight, give in.
There are tears in my eyes, I despise,
A world engulfed by pain,
People hurt, eating dirt,
All scorched inside my brain.
I sit here unmoved, nothing proved,
Milk of human kindness gone,
Drained away, day to day,
Too late to right the wrong.
In a list
Comments
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Stunned!
Some very intense imagery
and powerful emotion
that swept through my core.
Remarkable!!!
Thank you for sharing this
~Pastel
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Man your words are so powerful my friend. I love the depth of your emotion.
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G'day Fritz O skennick
Your first stanza is brillant in it's won right without the help of more stanzas.
This write is incredibly thought-provoking, deep and almost scary.
I am speechless and in awe of this write
Stay safe
Enjoy AllPoetry
~Amanda
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