Echoes of madness

The sounds of madness that echo in ones mind

There is an emptiness that hangs over me
it sucks me in, drawing me near
with promises of lucidity, it reaches in hand
offering sweet suckle from it's bosom

My feet slip slowly out from under me
away into the darkness that smothers
unexplainable ache tangles with my awareness
pulling me deeper into the depths of isolation

I feel a thousand eyes bearing down on me
watching my every calculated move
hidden in the blackest of darkness
in every corner, in every crevice.

With sharp unrelenting teeth
they gnaw at my tired mind
stripping away the marrow of sanity
leaving me exposed and vulnerable.

Oh how the echoes of madness
beat like thundering fluttered wings
in every footstep, in every voice
my demise lays in patient wait.

I wrestle with sullen umbrage
flailing fiercely at abstruse images
created in the insecurities
of a doubting, and fearful mind.

In fractured mirrors I see forms
dressed in poisonous lies
spilling out unwelcome truth
unaccepted in this fragile state.

My heart pounds heavy in my chest
shadows stretching out, reaching forth
whispers of madness, calling
echo out in the darkness, it's only me.

The presence of light
pricks through the darkness
long, drawn out it flickers ever so small
doing little to chase away this twisted reality.

With hands I reach forth
clawing at the imagined wall that confine me
gnashing teeth chew on fingertips
bloodied in my attempt to escape.

my mind spirals downward
cascading uncontrolled into a thick fog
accepting my weakness, drawing me close
offering the sweet suckle of it's bosom.

Oh how the echos of madness
beat heavy in a reverberating silence
weightless on every crooked smile
ensnared on every winking eye.

Reviews

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. wow ... that's a pretty spectacular piece of poetry ... an intense and comprehensive journey into the realm of something we can all relate to ... on a lighter note ... an uncle of mine was once sent to a loony bin (long story) ... and he escaped from there by posing as a doctor ... he found a lab coat lying around ... wore it ... and walked out confidently ... out of the main entrance ... no one questioned his sanity after that ...

[Robbie~xoxo~]

The echos of madness can be a headache, but you have turned it into Genius writing! This is an amazing write! You have brilliant metaphors weaving in the madness of this poem. I'm Wowed by this! :)

[LinBin]

Heartbreakingly good, showing real insight into the mind and its journey into some pretty dark places....this is so well written x

[emmajoy]

Such power in your weakness or is it vice versa? Sometimes dark feelings allow us to hide what society considers different, but then individuality, uniqueness is different, so, why should we fear what's trembling deep inside us. Your words are dark and dreadful but utterly acceptable in their sharp thrusts and cuts. God and Time willing, one or other .. the curtain will slip back and let the sun in ..

'In fractured mirrors I see forms
dressed in poisonous lies
spilling out unwelcome truth
unaccepted in this fragile state.'

How tragic those words.

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I think you have managed to capture that descent into the abyss perfectly, I understood the stages and you drew the reader into each stanza delivering another fatal blow to the mind..bravo

[Ghostshell]

this is fabulous. every stanza rich in meaning and imagery.

[Muse]

No wonder we are kindred spirits. The shadows you write about; I see them often. My life has become easier since accepting them. Madness is not such a bad thing if you have the creativity to control it.

The presence of light
pricks through the darkness
long, drawn out it flickers ever so small
doing little to chase away this twisted reality.

The presence of light is always there, it's just my fault for not turning on the switch.

[Dahlia Phoenix]

"With sharp unrelenting teeth
they gnaw at my tired mind
stripping away the marrow of sanity
leaving me exposed and vulnerable..."

Powerful. The way you described madness was almost real. Sometimes we feel enclosed like there's no escape and we can't run anywhere but we need to break from that. The darkness that swallows us whole is what makes it difficult to move on. Outstanding job!

[Lily Mae]

This is so powerful and intense. I got chills a couple times while reading along.. amazing piece :) xx

[Inyourshadow]

Beats like fluttering wings is beautiful but mine is the scampering of little rodent feet his name Jacob and he's my muse because if my madness wants to talk it may as well type. You nailed the darkness and the pain and drew from me a nod of approval, for too oft' people guess and miss the mark. Wonderful piece my friend, keep em' coming

[joshua deathdealer]

Powerful stuff here. Every line packs a punch...we are all crazy lol I loved this poem. Excellent work..xx