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Crazy mind

I sit alone in this cobwebbed frame of mind of mine, I’m all alone here
Sitting on what seems to be a chair made of guilt, intrigue and lust
The pillow on the chair is glittered with shame and a crazy tainted love
The 4 legs are made of many twists and turns which are my life then and today

The back of the chair has a heart shape cut out of it, my heart broken bleeds
The floor in which this chair sits its made of memories, many sunk to the floor
The memories contain much sadness of lost love long ago it’s gone by so fast
Things turned bad I tried to save it this twists my thoughts even more so

The 4 walls are a box that is my mind it’s my shelter the last line of defence
it’s covered with cobwebs as far as the eyes can see it’s dark and gloomy
Each web is a lie, deceit or conviction of my past help needed please I need it
Each lie, conviction leads to more guilt and shame all of which I don’t control

No photos on the walls they have all fallen down now from bad misadventures
Broken glass lays all around just like the love I miss the most not my fault
Each piece of glass like no other all show some form of tragedy I’m trying to fix
The roof has crack here and there some big some small all though make sad

Each crack has different depths all painful and hard to repair I’m trying hard
This room has no light at all it’s so very dark to walk around and figure it out
Each day that dawns is a new day trying to figure out how this all works still
My mind is a maze it still puzzles me, life, humans, love, lose past and present

It’s a crazy place up in here it’s very loud and can be nostalgic at times
I hear crazy voices in my crawl space of a box in my mind
I see things ever so differently but it makes me no less human
I’ve been used spat out driven crazy by your unfaithfulness

My mind is in a box on overdrive tying to repair the damage
Trust and love all gone trying to retain my manhood and sanity
Craziness is free pain is free Love is lost mind is shot I’m on the edge
Every fibre in me fights this bullshit from the hold you have on me.
Written by EpicUtester69 (Just a simple poet)
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