Through the fog of time
where the eye sees everything as devine
let down by the liitle pills for my mind
when sanity was lost and regained
not a moment too soon for in the end
we did not ask for these lives we live
Others may see me for what I am
is it insanity that eminates from me
to hell with the cursed onlookers
I am the purest of maladies
Self induced trances, phases of mellow light
when life is but melancholy
and I feel the deepest of miseries
oh how the verses can flow
when such despair resides inside of me
When all I see is men in white coats
the all knowing all seeing eye
of modern self preservation
shoved down my unrepenting throat
Break these restraints
let me ride that final ticket
I need to feel what it means to bleed
mental anguish, physical remorse
for all those things I know I should be
yet will never come to pass
Prefering the line of freedom
where nobody can lay thier imprints on me
for my spirit rides the wind
as freely as my soul could carry me
now somebody wake me from this bloody dream.
A contest entry
- How About You Do Better .... (maybe not such a quickie...) by righteousme.
1050 points, ended September 8, 2008, 6 entries
Silver trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Please tell me what you think
Comments
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amazing! mit took me a few mins to read cuz there is a spider thats distracting me and apparently i havent gotten over my fear of them yet.. nice write tho!
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When all I see is men in white coats
the all knowing all seeing eye
of modern self preservation
shoved down my unrepenting throat ..
i love the unrepenting part cos in most ways i am .
i think this was a great take on the original by me and i liked how you jumped in there with your own as well ...
thanks so much for your time and talent ...
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Thank you very much for your kind words and the silver, I really appreciate that. And of course, well now I have to read some of your poetry as well.
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