Lunatic's Plea

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Lunatic's Plea

Tongue of fire whispers
intoxicating me inside,
you pull me to the edge
but I'll stand my ground and fight.
 
I look behind the surface.
Is this all I am?
 
I must destroy to rebuild,
sever the ties,
burn down the bridges.
I'll chase these ghosts
through the dead hourglass of time.
 
I never wanted it to come to this,
but this is greater than I.
 
I'm lost without intention,
tainted with misery,
so they crawl back in,
into my obsessions,
exploiting my generosity.
 
Imprisoned by my own careless creation.
affliction unravels so painfully.
    
My halo has been burnt
by the vile voice of ruin.
I stand exposed in chaos
wishing to be released.
Why wont they set me free?
   
The sound of salvation draws near,
can you hear it?
  
I now stand before you,
overpowered by the fallen.
the last strips of sanity, finally slip away.
The silence of my oblivion is broken
by the clashing of Poe's bells.
    
The fiends giggle as i begin to cry.
How long until we die? 

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frog commented on Lunatic's Plea

10-17-2009

There are portions of the poem that indicate the imprisoning effect is coming from an outside source, and then also from within. So true how the two can be intertwined.

Crush commented on Lunatic's Plea

10-17-2009

so much, so much intensity and beauty in your misery. i don't mean that in a bad way, it's just that you write so beautifully and this poems hits the part of my brain where the tears start. i wish i could pick certain pomes ( including this one ) and just publish them in a book and sell it to people who would really appreciate them. i love this because i too know from sadness. thnaks for posting this masterpiece. 10 easily !

Stryx commented on Lunatic's Plea

10-08-2009

It's nice to discover you my friend. You do very good work.

Poetry is not an expression of the party line. It's that time of night, lying in bed, thinking what you really think, making the private world public, that's what the poet does.

Allen Ginsberg (1926-1997) U.S. poet.

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