Beg and Bleed

An answer to a challenge to write a description of insanity

I’ll Beg and Bleed

 

If the world is illusion

And illusion is madness

The fear of heaven and hell

Cast a most ominous spell

Over every weakened breath

Filled with remorse and memory

Fear of the hideous monster, death

And missed, most treasured comradery.

 

Come, break my window for me

So I won’t see the shadow of what I fear.

Come, break my mirror for me

So I won’t see the reflected horror of what I hear.

Please don’t leave me alone

In my world of illusion

When illusion is nothing.

When I am nothing

And I am alone.

 

Reviews

[Gandré]

this was wildly entertaining poem, Mimi. I totally liked it. For some might be the question about what is illlussion and what is real madness but I think - not for me. ha ha for I love craziness. hmmm thoughts about "i am nothing" are dangerous. i try not to have them often... be well, Mimi! sweet small thing you wrote.

[Bubo]

Strong imagary of that mad place, where we fear, where all is uncertain and everything seems unreal.........
Insanity, the least understood disease. And the most destructive.
You are a marvellous writer with a deep insight.

[Blue Bard]

An excellent write, reminscent of the Metaphysical poets. The ascending/descending structure plays to great effect. You end as if in prayer and it makes this poem have enormous heart. I think this is a favorite for me.