Open Poetry #49 |
Psychosis |
alan6501 Member
since 2004-01-03
Posts 89PA |
And you melt me like wax Into a statue of need Molded by the intensity of those eyes For my bones weren't built to endure The sprains and the broken The lunacy of my psychosis Is something I cannot explain And you cut me like blade Into a monument of pain Slit to reveal a barren land For my senses aren't quick to wed The difference between love and apathy The fervor that is my lonely Is something I cannot restrain And you choke me like noose In a room ever so empty Decorated by walls of fable For brother folly and insane Meet sister obsess and possess The wildfire that is my mad heart Is something I cannot contain |
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Margherita Member Seraphic
since 2003-02-08
Posts 22236Eternity |
Welcome back, I see that you came back after a decade! That's a good thing. Your poem shows complexity. It is well written and the title fits perfectly. Margherita |
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