On the Knees of MadnessA Poem by Neva Flores Smith - ChangefulstormCreeping as a climber in a sad victory of mourning............Pass away until you are consumed by all that makes you burn Appearing connected to a fate that whispers no Does your breath ever return to catch in your throat Like the ocean floor, with nowhere else to go Strangely we serve that which we speak from our tongues On the knees of madness that shine in moonlight Touched by loneliness that is born from the struggle To stand up and dance or to swiftly take flight Beneath what is recognized as the finest of our gentle senses Lies the difference between desire that is spoken And the waking knowledge of that which you ache for Charging forward to unearth all of your emotion Jealousy in time can sink her fangs deep into our bodies Leaving us uprooted and deeply overwhelmed Creeping as a climber in a sad victory of mourning Celebrating her victim in an oh so deadly realm Pass away until you are consumed by all that makes you burn Enter in with no stain of overwhelming jealousy Do not be touched by the loneliness of a sad victory Up from the knees of madness, run to me © 2011 Neva Flores Smith - ChangefulstormFeatured Review
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