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Madness
My vision becomes blurry:
the impulse begs for control,
muscles twitch in anticipation;
my knees cannot withstand the quaking
a crack resounds as bone meets stone.
I cry because it is too much to bear!
Grabbing my shirt by the neck,
I rip it as much as I can
I destroy it.
I look down: rags, scars
and my nakedness.
Someone gasps,
another whispers.
My vision clears:
I see them all watching,
staring, and gawking
as I wither within
exposed before them.
But then
I laugh!
My mouth gaping,
head thrown back
I laugh
and laugh,
cry
and laugh.
©Shelley Marie
the impulse begs for control,
muscles twitch in anticipation;
my knees cannot withstand the quaking
a crack resounds as bone meets stone.
I cry because it is too much to bear!
Grabbing my shirt by the neck,
I rip it as much as I can
I destroy it.
I look down: rags, scars
and my nakedness.
Someone gasps,
another whispers.
My vision clears:
I see them all watching,
staring, and gawking
as I wither within
exposed before them.
But then
I laugh!
My mouth gaping,
head thrown back
I laugh
and laugh,
cry
and laugh.
©Shelley Marie
Published 29th Apr 2013
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Brilliant imagery, sorry if this is half the
poem, but I really like this bit.
muscles twitch in anticipation;
my knees cannot withstand the quaking
a crack resounds as bone meets stone.
I cry because it is too much to bear!
Grabbing my shirt by the neck,
I rip it as much as I can
I destroy it.
Madness indeed, I've felt an overwhelming
desire just to run (RUN!),
but I usually manage to
drown it.
In my opinion the last stanza (laugh-cry-laugh)
adds to the insanity, the lost-minded feel;
letting go of all facades. Exposed madness.
On the reading list it goes. :)
poem, but I really like this bit.
muscles twitch in anticipation;
my knees cannot withstand the quaking
a crack resounds as bone meets stone.
I cry because it is too much to bear!
Grabbing my shirt by the neck,
I rip it as much as I can
I destroy it.
Madness indeed, I've felt an overwhelming
desire just to run (RUN!),
but I usually manage to
drown it.
In my opinion the last stanza (laugh-cry-laugh)
adds to the insanity, the lost-minded feel;
letting go of all facades. Exposed madness.
On the reading list it goes. :)
29th Apr 2013 6:05pm
Thank you so much Scribber,
your comment really means a lot!
I'm also glad you could find the madness
within my poem.
:) :)
I'm honored that you put it in your reading list
your comment really means a lot!
I'm also glad you could find the madness
within my poem.
:) :)
I'm honored that you put it in your reading list
16th Sep 2013 8:46pm
