To Stephen

One of the people that keeps me writing. You might know him...

My writing

It demands me

Demons stirred to consciousness

To possess my hand

From the mind

Of a madman

A grotesque genius

My brain chained

In a dungeon of ideas

Drowning on each one

Held prisoner

Until my hand stops writing

And I thank you

Reviews

[LouisianaBird]

I absolutely love how after each one of us who reads this will think "My goodness, this is exactly how I feel!"
This is exactly how I feel, specially the current poetry I have been producing. It often brings out the mad in me but other brings out the truth in me too. Lovely and quaint write. Very well done!

[Haunzwürthe]

Thanks! I appreciate the compliment. I honestly didn't know any other way to put it. How it felt to have these ideas in my head. It is a good feeling and I'm glad you have it as well. :)

[Margie F]

Stephen scares me. ;) It's been a while since I've been here, so I need to refresh my memory of your writing. If I judged solely off of this poem alone, I would think that your writing is dark and scary. Kind of exciting to even consider. I'm looking forward to reading more. Until then, nice Stephen...nice Stephen... :)

[emmajoy]

The influence of others twists sanity at times, words hang in the wind too near the mind., thus often inspire in both best and worst ways - depending on what one seeks, needs, mayhaps.

Powerful in this tho quite gently formatted.. needs further peeps between the lines

[Haunzwürthe]

Ah but to turn on the light and reveal what's lurking in the darkness between the lines would serve what purpose?

[Stephen]

~~~~ Is it about me? ~~~~

[EMMIE]

Wow! So much power in one little poem. Simply wow!

[Haunzwürthe]

Thank you!! :)

[A. Amos]

Compelling and enjoyable read. Well done!

[Emily B]

so many questions . . . so few answers

Poe would be proud of work like this