Infinite madness beckons me forth into a maelstrom blindly;
the doctors said it would take its toll, but never did they say kindly.
Damaged goods, broken beyond repair, I stand on the edge tonight;
with darkness as my lone companion, free from the truth of insight.
A huddled mass in a corner is all they see as they walk by,
yet in my mind, the facade plays on, building castles in the sky.
I dare not find myself in this madness; I've hidden myself away;
for what could I do once I see the truth-I wouldn't care to say.
And so I sit lying to myself as the world slowly forgets my plight,
while insanity echoes inside my head, bidding me sweet dreams tonight.
A contest entry
- Pick a word - Write a poem in 10 lines or less (E) by The Fun House.
1050 points, ended December 14, 2008, 30 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Please tell me what you think
Comments
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I think this would present itself better aligned left and reformated to more prominent stanzas, though I can see why it is laid out such as this due to line requirements. The poems is actually quite fetching and solid. Well done
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i can only just look in awe at this poem a truly skilled poet are you, keep it flowing and good luck in the contest
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