Thoughts

This is just something that came to me while alone with my thoughts.

Thunderous Silence,

Darkness surrounding an already darkened mind,

Stillness being broken by the click of the keyboards.

Thoughts racing through my head like a running animal on the hunt.

Words trying to break free from the bonds…but never come.

Untamed, free words flowing from these weathered fingers.

Weathered hands,

Sleep in the eyes of the weary but it never comes,

Weathered breathes.

One step closer to death with every fill of air.

Lucifer standing in the shadows, Death by his side.

Traumatizing? They have asylums for that.

Hearing voices in my head, or is it in my head?

Does this make one insane, crazy, weird, or not normal?

What defines normal and who’s to define normality?

Believing, brain washed,

Fighting for rights that seem to fall upon deaf ears.

Bite your tongue!

Know when to speak!

Rebellion is not the norm.

Words pierce the ears of the slaves of humanity.

Speak out!

Let it be heard.

A nation ruled by sheep amongst wolves.

What will fall upon us now?

Author's Note

What do you think? What do you like/don't like about it? I'm open for critique because it makes you a better writer.

Reviews

[Adam Osborne]

I enjoy the poem definitely. I like how you just write what you're thinking. It makes for a powerful piece and free of those large, sometimes pretentious words. Poetry can be it's most beautiful in the simplest form if can be in. Take the Haiku: three simple lines (in the americanized version anyway) but can send such a powerful message. Good job. keep up the good work :)