I Hear a Howling in My Head

I don't sleep at night. I write and frighten myself.

Dark mushroom
Shapes the outside face.
A plump line divider
star-struck rider
Sits in-between
weight on a rock.
Like patience
a complacent area
to settle in.
Amityville
sanity still
lost on me.

Though I am a perfect person.
Simple light lenses
auto-adjust.
No lust.
No logic.

Led by blind men
bound by bright halls.
I trust the walls.
Caress a face (one)
nails may open.

Bleed freely through my fingers
And I might lick them clean
For I am a perfect person
Unseen.

Reviews

[Lily E. Lin]

Wonderful descriptions, I especially like the line about auto-adjust. It makes me a bit sad, the truth of what you wrote about complacency and hidden perfection.

[Beautifully Tragic xPoe..]

Firstly, welcome to the cafe.

I really enjoyed this piece, and every line has me hooked until the very end. Keep up the great work.


Rayne

[Enigma]

Awesome write!!! Once I started reading, I couldn't get my eyes away from the monitor.Simply put, I loved it all, from the start till the end.It frightened me too...lolz
So many good lines...ah!
I'm looking forward to read some more of your work...
and WELCOME TO WRITER'S CAFE!!!

[The Elder Pine]

I really can not wait to see more, I fell in love with this poem from the start. You have put forth so many good lines and you have such good form. I have not seen many pieces such as this once in my time here.

[mysticgmekeepr]

Bleed freely through my fingers
And I might lick them clean
For I am a perfect person
Unseen.

VERY NICE! and I like your bio too! Welcome to writerscafe, keep writing!