Diary of Insanity

I believe I have somthing wrong with me.

Dearest Love,

    I am staying up late tonight, for I cannot sleep without you. I look upon the space next to me, empty and bare; wishing for the day it will be filled. The day I can be in your arms forever. As of this day, I count 147 days till our fates will greet us, take us by the hand and lead us to our destiny.

    I fear my sanity will not last so long, for each day without you my minds eye grows weary and my body shivers in dispare. There are nights when I awaken to my own screams, desperatly in need of your protection...but I know that I must protect myself for now. I have become afraid to sleep my love, for I know not what awaits me behind these dark closed doors.

   Not only does my fear rule my wake, but I have become paranoid that these nightmares are my reality, and this sweet love is only a dream. Each reflection, every glance, has become a new minister of evil, waiting for me to close my eyes!

  I desperatly need you right now, for it is my sanity that is at stake. Please come to my aid, show me what is real again.

 

    Only yours,

                 Aradie

 

 

 

 

Dear Friend,

   I fear I am very ill. I have become very paranoid that these nightmares are coming alive. I am constantly watching my back afraid to turn my face. I believe I am in need of psychiatric therapy but I am too proud to get help bymyself. It is unknown to me. This could all be me self diagnosing, or changing to fit our subject in pscychology. All I know is the nightmares are real. Help me, for I cannot do this alone.

          

      -Aradie

 

 

Tumbling Down

 

I am Scared

 

There is somthing wrong

In my mind

But I cannot place it

 

I know this fear

It is familiar to me

yet it will not show its face

 

I feel as if

I loosen my grip on reality

I too, will tumble down the rabbit hole

 

I am trying to rember

What is reality

and what is dilusion

 

But they have all become a blur

Like an old maids memory

 

Dark shadows drift across my ceiling

Hidding themselves when I turn their way

 

Faces showing around corners

Bits my memory has put in place

 

Do I hallucinate?

Or am I remembering the past?

I do not know

 

Behind every door

is a demon

waiting for me to close my eyes

 

I do not know If I can survive this insanity

 

If I am not shown

the light soon

I will surely loose my grip

 

Then Alice will not chase the white rabbit alone

Nor Will she greet the Cheshire cats smile willingly

 

I am scared for I fear

I am about to tumble down

the rabbit hole too

 

 

Reviews

[Buddhistboy73]

Wow! deep, great works of writing. Really empathise, as i go there sometimes, and understand. But only true geniuses suffer this kind of torment - so consider yourself a rare breed! Keep on writing...:) Loved the idea of the rabbit hole too!

[Jeff Loquist]

I think we are all afraid of the rabbit hole. Paranoia is a powerful force that can lead to insanity and elegantly sculpted poetry

[Coyote Poetry]

This poem is powerful. You wrote a story with the description and detail of confusion. The letters made the poem so strong. You can tell a story in your poetry. Almost seem real.
Coyote