Tragedy of MindA Poem by Melody TelleriaHow tragic it is when a writers dreams are dismissed as nonsense. A death occurs in the mind. I find it difficult to realize that many around me think my thoughts are a waste of time and life.
On the edge of her promontory begins the emptiness of space that divides her blinded soul and forbids the internal ache to gaze upon the crossover into eternal nothingness. A rusting of her mind as occured, "nonsense and waste of time," they said. of the revelry once immersed in, now stifled from within, for it matters not. The strenth needed to go on is siphoned by rejection of the ink offered to the world.
There is a silence in her mind, that untouched timeless beauty that was crushed, swept away, a dazzling wildfire extinguished for its force of meanderings to the ignorant, immortal enlightenment to few, the circle of beings she treasured for their acceptance of her cognizance. of balance loom over her world. The blotting of words upon her heart began. As Plato shook his head and emerged from the cave with torch in hand, she closes her eyes in acceptance of the isolation she will face, she's the prisoner in the cave and understands the chains are not what bind her, but it's knowing there is darkness ahead. such a burden that leech her soul. Her mind flow slowly dispersing into the void, that fortress now a crumbling heap. Death of expression, a fine blade to her mind. So there she stands on the plateau and lifts the veil that divides her from eternity. Sighing softly, she crosses in tenderly. © 2013 Melody TelleriaReviews
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4 Reviews Added on December 22, 2012 Last Updated on January 6, 2013 AuthorMelody TelleriaCAAboutI am: a reader, quite sentimental, a carnivore, a lover of history, sad that I couldn't experience other eras, eager for travel, a lover of all things antiquated, a sucker for classic novels, hardback.. more..Writing
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