Insanity.

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So, this was a poem I wrote for a contest, and gods, I never put so much thought into a poem before. It's a little scary, for I had to write about the crumbling about the world etc, etc, and I wanted something everyone could relate to, (and I just suck at sci-fi stuff) so I chose my favourite place: the mind. 

Ladies and gentlemen, I present to you,

INSANITY: 

I am becoming mad.

I can feel it in my bones.

My mind is shattering, breaking, melting,

But then again, who knows?

She had always tried to overpower me,

With her slithery, poisonous hold.

She grabs and pulls me down the road,

She feeds on my tears; ice cold. 

How do you know if you’re becoming mad?

Because no one seems to care.

Are you aware of the torturous process, 

Or you just bounce into the Devil’s snare.

I used to be very sane,

But I seem to be losing something.

I see many unfamiliar monsters and they say,

I’m losing my rationality.

It’s all her fault, poison ivy in my mind,

She’s the one that’s toppling my world.

Drip, drop, she melts my soul,

I’m afraid she’s weakening my hold.

I guess I should be very scared,

But I feel only nothing.

Tick, tock, tick, tock.

She’s in the shadows, hiding.

I used to be a little girl,

That lived up there in the skies.

Then madness came and broke my legs,

Then taught me how to fly.

No, no, these are lies,

Fed to me on a stygian spoon.

I’m kicking, pushing, crying out,

In this cold, dark empty tomb.

I see my old world sometimes,

When she’s not being careful.

But my eyes are stitched, my throat is mute,

I’m nothing but a fool. 

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