These demons are my only friends
and these tears are the only thing left
reminding me that I'm still me.
Doctors claim to know the answers,
but do they know the questions
that still plague this weary mind?
Each night, I dream of the apocalypse
vissions of surreal realities
they're at war, and I'm the one whose crazy.
A taunting television of tantalizing terror
shrouded into an enigma of harsh untruths
love has lost at the helm of lust.
Medicate my soul with a bullet
and wash this everlasting pain away
and free me from this wide awake nightmare.
My spiritual inner vision is blurred
and now I see no subtle differences
between these doctors and those familiar demons.
A clever chaotic conformity
a comfortably numb unstable stability
mesmorized by the madness they create.
I don't understand why they want me to be
blinded by toys of technological distraction
and shadowy shapes of a shameful salvation.
I'm caged as an enslaved nightengale
trapped within dreams of destinations beyond
my only desire, to sing a new song.
They hold my hand and lead me into the darkness
I beg and scream for them to let go of me
and I finally realize, I'll never be free.
A contest entry
- Sanatorium by Miss Macabre.
400 points, ended August 24, 9 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Share with me your interpretations.
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i relly lik thiz... luv it actually... amazing job
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this is a well-written poem. i like how chaotic your emotions are. they help the poem seem more real. i really like this poem.
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This really touched me.... the tortured youth who has no real idea of what the hell is happening. I really got a caged in feeling from this piece long before I ever got to the word. This is an alarming piece. Very good work on it.
I think I found a typo: vissions of surreal realitiesGood work... luck in the contest!
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well crafted
perfect for prompt
I guess we can see what we want
caused by the illusion of shame
enslaved by perception
well done
very realistic
God bless you my friend...
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I loved this one! I had to go back and reread it, but it was great, hope you do good on the contest!
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I like this point of view, a deranged confused mind that sees the evil in everyone, including the doctors. But, who is to decide which is actually evil? I think you could interpret this either way.
[My spiritual inner vision is blurred
and now I see no subtle differences
between these doctors and those familiar demons.]
This reminds me of a movie I watched once where a man was seeing demons and went about killing them for God. I'm sure if this patient was free we would experience similar problems.
I really like the diction you used and the confused tone you set. Thanks for entering and best of luck.
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