Blurred visions of unmistakable beauty,
a heavenly notion of perfection
Through the desperate walls,
of emotion came a moment of clarity
Things once so fuzzy to my eye,
now shown like a bright summer day
The beauty once for told to me,
now disgusting pieces of refuse
Preferring my alternate reality,
I cast aside the bottle
Drowning the medication,
that shown me the truth
If the blurred vision was insanity,
that would be my home
No longer did I crave,
what the world call sane
Author notes
I became insane, with long intervals of horrible sanity. ~ Edgar Allan Poe
A contest entry
- Dark, Light, and In Between by Wandering Woodchuck.
550 points, ended August 9, 2008, 17 entries
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I really like this
Good luck in the contest
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Nice job. I wondered how people would deal with this quote. I like your take on it. Thank you for entering.
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Poe
Mr. Poe was a capricorn. A deep, dark and murky cappi. His work is genius and I can understand his dark longing, and heart.
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