Madness

as I lie in awakness of madness

I see my life from a height

 a scent of tender sadness

a reflection of fading light

as I rebel against the real

fearless of what has to come

and all them wounds to heal

scars left me some 

a cigarette and a flame 

a picture and a name 

both I can't refuse 

poison and a muse 

I didn't want to know 

I didn't want to  show

but that I couldn't handle 

I blew another candle 

and so came the dawn 

and I let go of what I own 

all for another chance

all for another dance 

in the cage of wilderness 

I retreat of every fight 

and dread now I dress

as I'm afraid to write 

I fear to write a name 

I fear to draw a face 

although I'm not the same 

I fear to embrace 

although it didn't hurt 

I still curse the first 

I curse them all to aurora 

a name of shame and dirt 

whispers now the night 

leave me broken fool

scream the words I write 

we are but a tool

ashes of cigarette 

a touch of regret 

and lost years of time 

the voice of the mime 

different words

different worlds

same heart of warrior

and different swords 

howls under moon of  blood 

the lost loner wolf he calls no name 

his forest drowned by flood 

loner he is, full of his shame 

in the bitterness of absence 

I ask questions still 

what end is of this madness 

what story I'll have to tell

Author's Note

Reviews are welcomed

Reviews

[Namaa Hammond]

this is so sad but beautiful at the same time and it's also something i can tell u really put ur soul into =) and fear of the past being repeated is something hard to stop regretting very true and fear of giving your own self out to the world or even a few will not leave u any regret this way you'll never be a lonely wolf howling at the moon =) great job again and typo :P same heart of worrier *warrior

[Butterfly]

On the 12yh stanza where it says "Howls under moon of blood" is not proper english, instead revise it and display "Howls under the moon of blood" Do not use the same words more than once "shame" "name" also the words "still" and "tell'' Do not ryhme, also at the last stanza be sure to always end it in a way of leaving the reader in awe. Word of advice, Write when inspired, you have the talent, use it to its fullest potential.

[Calypso]

This is more beautiful then the morning sun. When I read this I thought of many things. One of those things is when I don't sleep (and go days without sleep) I'll feel the way to describe.
Also this makes me think of my recent bout with depression. I want to write, I want to, but there isn't enough joy or reason for me to.
And the line 'I fear to draw a face' reminds of the art I used to love. Now my heart aches when I think of it. I have the supplies, and the time, but I would rather watch mindless TV.

[Coyote Poetry]

Great thoughts and question raised by this poem.
"I fear to write a name
I fear to draw a face
although I'm not the same
I fear to embrace "
Life teaches many things. Pain and misery allow us to appreciate pleasure and happiness. Thank you for the excellent poem.
Coyote