The Disordered Men

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delusions of a disordered mind,

leading anxious men down dark hallways.

feeling ways through confusions.

but only disordered delusions,

guide the terminally anxious mind.

through the deep,

through the darkened corridors,  

through the wretched rooms.

the sweaty rooms

and dark hallways,

filled with phantasms.

through a maze of inner temples,

flesh stainded with anxieties.

burned, scarred,

by friends, by enemies.

collections of shattered,

broken down memories.

 

leaving fragmented compulsions,

divided,

over more enemies than friends.

in the deep,

through the dark,

delusions of the disordered mind....

lie the confusions of the shattered men,

the hollow men,

the broken men,

the waiting terrified.

waiting to be found,

in the terminal ends.

Author's Note

Reviews

[Vria P Crow]

Delusion is often associated with negative connotations. However, those who suffer from this ailment are trapped in a "magical prison"; escapism becomes abused. A "mad" and "sane" person are needed for this world given we all experience disorder. I envision the speaker experiencing later stages of a mental breakdown. Artists are prone to create their own universe; the mind is wild yet free. Perceptions of truth are distorted in memory. Prior to reading this, I wrote about the benefits of a journal or diary. These tools are invaluable tools to record our thoughts and emotions. Benefits include improved memory, comprehension, therapy, and so on. Creation comes from how we deliver our psyche visually or auditory.

Overall, we have all been the "mad" and "sane" person. I must throw out a generic yet applicable phrase, "Life is a jigsaw puzzle." Therefore, these pieces are difficult to put together especially when there are parts missing or parts added. Thank you for sharing!

sincerely,
ria

[Ellen Kolman]

Excellent write...I like how poem itself is like a long anxious corridor .... bravo....different and creative...thought provoking

[Davidgeo]

It's a sweaty thing.

[Philip Muls]

I sometimes have trouble distinguishing between what really happened as opposed to something I dreamed or even just imagined. The day after, there doesn’t seem to be a real difference between the memories of facts, fantasies or dreams. They seem equally evanescent. What’s gone, is gone. You know?

Well done.

[Davidgeo]

Thanks Phil. Evanescent is an underused word in that context.

[Hebe]

I felt i was walking in a long white corridor ....looking into little padded rooms. It's an amazing description of a chemically imbalanced mind.... gives you insight!

[Davidgeo]

That's about right. Not much is worse than a sweaty padded room.

[Marina]

Great piece. Made me think that deep down everybody is more or less delusional; something that is both comforting and disturbing at the same time.
The weight of living is indeed too much sometimes.

[Davidgeo]

Perception itself is an illusion/delusion. We only see a tiny fraction of reality, both physically and mentally speaking. I don't think anything is truly what it seems.

[Marina]

Everything is what it is. We just seem to fantasize way more than we should. So we create an alternate reality in our heads that has nothing to do with the actual reality

[Davidgeo]

I was speaking more the physical nature of reality. Our brains only pick up a fraction of what is really going on. We can't see anything beyond a small fraction of the visual radiation spectrum and we can't hear anything beyond a small fraction of the audible spectrum, etc, etc... That transcends into every part of our reality... we have to filter out certain things one way or another or the world would be a chaotic and incomprehensible place. Both in the natural world and the social world.

[Jenny Leigh]

I have had friends and I myself have and still do suffer fro depression. This reminds me of what I call my emotional roller coaster.

[Davidgeo]

Emotional roller coaster indeed.

[KWP]

yeah, nice one! I have a friend who is bi-polar (I actually believe each of us are a little or a lot bi-polar) and when her mind is split ... wow, the darkness prevails in such a way it's real hard to pry back the self imposed cell within the mind and get her back in the balance again.

these words a wracked in desperation and despair, thinking wondering, contemplating on the where's how's and why's it all went wrong, but then you go further, take a fork in the road, to a tunnel with even more dark and less light , it's hard to turn around, hard to find your way back, better to stop and rest there a while, try and make some sense of things, by this point though, reason has been lost and with it perhaps so have you ... if there is a road back, it will be damning and treacherous you have to wonder if its worth the journey, when another end is so close at hand...

happens ... happens a lot ... X

[aLittlePain]

This is a good poem yo! Mine is often disordered. R xo

[Davidgeo]

Thanks... interesting things come from disordered minds. Sometimes terrible things.

[guy drori]

"In the deep through the dark," is a line I liked in the last paragraph. Glad I read...

[Davidgeo]

Glad you were glad to read