A mad man prayer

Love can create a madness.

                              
                           A mad man prayer

I woke up with your name on my lips.

THE PHONE IS RINGING.

I dreamed you were calling me.
Bringing me into the heat of your flesh.
Calling my name.
Whispering words of love.

Sweet words.
Thanks for the education of the long ride.

I awake.
Sweating and full of hate.
Not wishing to touch you.
But to hurt you like you did to me.

I make plans to see you.
To find you.
Then the hate seem to fade away.

I pray to be able to fall into your arms.
For you to twist up my mind and heart again.

Make me your slave again.
I would serve you.
For you are what I need.

I fall asleep again.
You come into my dreams.
You are so beautiful.
So sweet and innocence looking.

THE PHONE IS STILL RINGING>

I see myself.
Being drowned in cement till I'm buried.
Unable to breath.
I won't cry out for help. I will watch you pour the last of the cement.

I will wait for my last breath.
You give me a demon smile.
Raise your hands.
 The cement open up for you.

You tell me.
You will not die.
I'm your punishment.

You ran away from everyone.
I'm your time in hell for being a b*****d.

You will be my fool.
I will hold you as a prisoner till only a flicker
of emotion is left.

You will live till you only wish will be a trip into hell.

THE PHONE IS RINGING

I awake and I answer the phone.
I hear a sweet voice.

You whisper. Come to me now.

                          Coyote
                        1996

Author's Note

A old poem. Any errors. Please assist. Never too old to learn.

Reviews

[Kathy Van Kurin]

'A mad man prayer'
Coyote poetry,
This title fits.. the whole thing speaks of self destruction. I have known people which would of robbed me of life too. The first line and last line really give this contrast of dark and light and then everything in between.
'I woke up with your name on my lips'
last line.
'you whisper, "come to me now.'
Your body of work speaks of the pain people inflict on one another and even upon themselves.
Be careful what you wish for was the thread through this piece which is a good bit of advice for anyone whom wants to love and be loved and will simply settle...hard lesson too.
Blessings,
Kathy

[Coyote Poetry]

Thank you Kathy. I appreciate the comment. Love can be twisted.

[An owl on the moon]

This is so filled with an anxiousness.. a beautiful pain and longing that never seems to rest.. even in dreams.. You were drawn in by her, and how your words confess the haunted tone of her whisper. Powerful vision.

[Vanesa Markovic]

Short of a few errors in grammar, I really enjoyed this.

I think it's a piece that would hit home for many, as we all have tales of
being blinded by her, that is, by love.

[HopelesslyDevoted]

this is a concept that is sadly one that occurs in many peoples lives when it comes to relationships. I have watched friends go through it and it pains me so much to go back to someone that is destroying them all the time.
Not many people have written about this though, thanks for posting ths, it needed to be said. great poem, you had me on the dge of my seat the whole time.

[Misty Blue Eyes]

this is such a deep poem.....it does hit hard

[Bubo]

What an impact this had........the obsession and madness ring through loudly........how scary it is that love makes you lose all self control and can reduce you to madness........like a bad dream where you are trapped.........excellent!