Standing alone, myself on the phone.
No need to call to tell myself that no-one is at home.
I’m standing in the street, looking at my feet
The only way to avoid someone whose gaze I don’t want to meet.
Looking in my head whilst lying down in bed
Waiting for my smile that I have come to dread.
Singing the song that’s sung, knowing I’m the one
Whose descent into madness has only just begun.
Staring at the walls, wondering if I should fall.
How will you know I’m screaming if no sound comes out at all?
In a list
A contest entry
- Dancing In The Halls of Insanity.... by RareFlower.
625 points, ended December 11, 2008, 13 entries
Honorable mention
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
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I like the rhyming couplets.
The poem stirs the emotions which is a sign of good writing.
I particularly like the last line: "How will you know I'm screaming if no sound comes out at all." That is so true. I can feel myself screaming inside sometimes, but I smile and suffer in the crowd.
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Madness
Well poet that was a journey into the dark night of the Soul. A poem of utter aloneness and no one is there to care.
Good luck in the contest
RF
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sounds like depression... which is usually part of insanity cause insane people if they weren't depressed they soon are. thanks for entering.
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Amazing word usage. I felt every line from beginning to end. I so many times have felt exactly how this was written. Felt as though I was hearing it from my own mouth. A wonderful piece of work. Please know I understand how you feel. It's hard to believe but brighter days are ahead. I often times feel there isn't but every once in a while one shines through. Thank you for sharing this with us all.
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Thank-you for your comment- it pleases me to know that my poem relates with (/to?) someone!
Here's hoping you find the strength to come out the other side.
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