Dellusional

09/2011

Venomous trail
Of an idolised Holy Grail
Peaceful ways to murder
The shivers of a happiness,
The neverending loneliness,
Near a cold wall with deep holes
Filled with skies and dampness,
Printed signs of ailing mold
Signs of peace, signs of hurt.

Throw me away...
The black rage within,
Shower with white paint
The old, dusted spirit.
A saint
With no grace to pray,
Erased with black ink
Twisted words sink and sink...
In ordinary blank pages  
Long forgotten in time's cages.

The mind needs
These black needs.
A strange place
Of silence and waste,
Dreams on needles
Angst in cradles...

Why do they all come to me?
Why do I have to see
These truths disguised as lies
These fairies turn into spies
Of my deep thoughts
Torture every little crock
Of my own self?

My mind is tired.
I cannot fly anymore.
Give me a reason to allure
The sparks of a fake moon -
Do you feel them too?
The whiskers of a new born sun
Caressing my hair in an air so dun,
I will sleep again, someday... soon.

Reviews

[patricia]

A saint
with no grace to pray...you captured this difficult emotion well here.
I like...The mind needs
These black needs
it echoes the polarity of dark and light so accurately.
I enjoyed reading this poem very much, it felt to me like a crafted gem.
Thankyou.

[Robin]

a tired mind awaiting a glimmer of hope in a world gone mad

[...]

Wow so deep and powerful, Very nicely written.
Love the darkness of this, read so well.

[J Todd Underhill]

Loved the feel of this well written piece. Good command of the language seeing as where you are from. I shall be reading more!

[Shane Blackheart]

I like this poem, it's dark and full of emotion. Every line has such meaning, great work.