On wings of ravens, your sanity flew. Taken to the shadows, your mind is lost. Life's cruel fist, and melancholia, you knew. You traded it all for such a high cost. Too far gone in distant time, your eyes. I can't go to where you have wandered late. In pain, you can grow, but you bought the lies. How does your vast and empty world now rate?
I read of sanity lost in old books But never thought it would happen to us. Thank God you are immune to all the looks. In my weakness, I scream, you succubus! I wish I could have saved you from yourself. And now my love sits lonely on a shelf.
Shades of Poe...we would love to be capable of saving people from themselves, but truth is...only they can bring themselves back from the precipice.
They have to want to come back.
I wonder if Poe did...I wonder if Sylvia did...I wonder if Berryman did.
I was there once...I wanted to come back even if I didn't consciously know that...and i did.
j.
I could relate to this sonnet. There was someone I tried desperately to save. It was all my effort. She wasn’t prepared to help herself. Incredibly frustrating and painful to experience.
Chris
Posted 9 Months Ago
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9 Months Ago
Yes, it can be a hell if they don't want saving. Thank you for commenting.
Shades of Poe...we would love to be capable of saving people from themselves, but truth is...only they can bring themselves back from the precipice.
They have to want to come back.
I wonder if Poe did...I wonder if Sylvia did...I wonder if Berryman did.
I was there once...I wanted to come back even if I didn't consciously know that...and i did.
j.
Thomas W. Case was born in Oxnard. He has published 3 volumes of poetry. The Bullfrog Dreams of Flying, Artichokes, Avocados, and Van Gogh, and Seedy Town Blues. He has won several poetry contests. Hi.. more..