Insanity.

A day inside my mind.

I sit in a dark, empty room, tied up by my own thoughts

 

Drip

 

Drip

 

Drip

 

The only sound is water falling from a nearby pipe in quick drops

 

Drip

 

Drip

 

Drip

 

The sound of it burrowing its way into my brain

 

Drip

 

Drip

 

Drip

 

I let out a cry for help, but no one comes; its driving me insane

 

Drip

 

Drip

 

Drip

 

I scream louder and louder, thrashing about

 

Help!

 

Drip

 

Help!

 

Drip

 

Drip

 

I can't take this anymore I have to get out

 

Drip

 

Drip

 

BANG!

 

(Long Pause)

 

The dripping had stopped as soon as I was dead,

For the sound of the dripping was all in my head.

Author's Note

This always happens to me if I'm just laying in bed, or not occupying my brain with something.

Reviews

[Rick Puetter]

Dear Mimi,

A very interesting and surprising poem. Very well done.

Yes, insanity! What a horrible thing. The world is often hard to take without internal demons to add to the agony.

Best wishes,

Rick

[Cassandra D.]

Wow, this was a very thrilling poem for so little words.
I enjoyed reading it.