I drown nightly in an ocean of rogue thoughts. Malevolent mermaids reach up to drag me down. I sail out on the midnight sea with peaceful waters all around, and somehow return a ragged outcast clinging to the debris of my sanity.
Don't embrace the obsidian waves. They lie. Twelve o'clock strikes and I'm gone again, on a voyage to the stars. Trouble looms beneath the inky sea-foam, and up comes the sinister hands. Raking their claws into my mind. My soul seeps out in ribbons of smoke.
The hands wrench my head open and out spills my thoughts. A raven flutters out of my skull; She stretches her wings and climbs the wind. I call for her but she turns her beady eyes away.
I am bleeding out in a steady river of black. The sea is in an uproar, inky droplets staining my skin; I am saturated with the sooty runoff. My head pounds as it bleeds like an unstoppable geyser. I hold up paper to catch the ink as it drains from me.
Please tame this tide. Please bring the dawn and save the meager morsels that remain of me. Please bring me back to shore.
"my soul leeks out in ribbons of smoke...I love the way you can take words and use them like they are floating on air. You use descriptive words well also. Nice write. Valentine
The good title brought me to the poem. The good words held me.
"Don't embrace the obsidian waves.
They lie.
Twelve o'clock strikes and I'm gone again,
on a voyage to the stars. "
I liked the energy of the poem. The good description led the reader to a very good ending. Thank you for sharing the excellent poetry.
Coyote
Great job!!! You really expressed the pain to the point that the reader can feel it too! Good job!!! (This random but I really like your profile name, it's interesting lol)
i went to read again and noticed your note "insomnia" ... all the lights went on .. so back to read again ;)
its a rough ride you put me on .. rogue thoughts especially in the witching hours rob us of the rem we need .. its like in and out over and over ... especially anxiety ridden if one has to get to work in the morning ... i can so relate .. sometimes i just get up .. stay awake .. the hell with it ... those obsidian waves will crash just as i fall off properly ..pleading does not work!! aaaargh! much easier to just get up .. i don't journal but i do read ;) well done .. very descriptive ..
E.
Wow! Great lines: "and somehow return a ragged outcast clinging; to the debris of my sanity." IDK if it was your intent, but you've captured the emotions of writer's block perfectly. Creative block causes insomnia in, that's for sure.
I became insane, with long intervals of horrible sanity.
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