Unconcious

Heaven, the only effective asylum

What's that she hears? alarms within the entire house,

she couldn't hear it those times before but now they're louder than the voices in her head,

rattling, shuttling and corrupting her mind like an aggressive spouse,

she hoped it was the type of alarm she could easily embed.

Another crisis, a potential tragedy and a false expression,

surrounded by smiles and lovely, lovely lies,

here comes pathetic, unnecessary tension,

catecholamine dies, her adrenaline cries, but she only sighs.

No pity, that's s****y,

evolve into this disaster called society and don't speak a word,

no optimism, potential serendipity,

constantly lured and never cured.

Noises of childhood and flashbacks of anger,

eye-bags are suitcases,

she's feeling empathy towards her doppelgänger,

her explanation, too bland.

There they go, those years of unconsciousness,

of anxiety, packing and lacking action,

she's disbelieved almost as little as the loch ness,

because our instincts tend to be filled with foolishness.

What's that she hears? hospital sirens and disappointed whispers,

what's that she reads? faded words of "wisdom" and Victorian poetry,

unconscious from the day she was born until this whimper,

unconscious until her trip to the cemetery.

Reviews

[erinwrites]

Very well written and really powerful!

[Bella]

Thank you so much Erin :)

[sinNsincerity]

This is beautiful Bella and I love this poem.

[Bella]

Thank you :)

[Coyote Poetry]

A interesting poem. I believe Nature can be a safe haven also. I like the directness and the energy of the words and poetry. Thank you for sharing the excellent poetry.
Coyote