2. The ShadowsA Chapter by Rudi J.P. Lejaeghere“I became insane, with long intervals of horrible sanity.” ― Edgar Allan PoeThere’s that little dark feeling Lurking in the corner of my mind, My thoughts tiptoe around it Afraid to wake it, to stir it, To call upon the shadows, Being around it makes me shiver, A fever creeping through my veins.
Sometimes it’s red and pulsing, Full of hate and anger, Ready to explode, A dormant volcano inside my head, And underneath the heat Of lava, that flows in flames Searching for a way out, to burst,
It flies and cries like the raven, Crawls and gnaws like rodents on my soul, I put my hands deep into my pockets, Fists denying what the sounds Coming from the shadows of that corner Are demanding of my body, A fight that one day I will lose for sure,
How can I escape these noises That drive me mad But to let it overwhelm my senses.
© Rudi J.P. Lejaeghere 14/02/2016
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StatsAuthorRudi J.P. LejaeghereWingene, West-Vlaanderen, BelgiumAboutI'm from Belgium. English is not my native language, but I like to read English poems and books. I have written a lot of Dutch poems during the last forty years. With some of them I've got prizes in B.. more..Writing
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