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Requiem of the mind
The requiem of my mind, always a low hum,
yet at times it becomes a orchestration
of memories from which I cannot run.
My pandora’s box usually sealed tight,
seethes and breathes with the terrors
of the past, the horrors of my life.
A danger even to myself and all who are near,
vacate the premises lest I forget myself
and involuntarily hurt someone out of fear.
The night terrors drag me back to relive events,
scenes filled with blood and gore,
my tortured mind unsuccessfully wants to forget.
The demons accost me in my sleep,
tearing at me, a tormented agony
afflicts my mind that will not recede.
The cruelty and distress is such,
that distorted, my reality fades,
beyond my reach, out of touch.
Time and again comes this ordeal,
a plague to the sane,
it leaves me vulnerable and off keel.
Retched misery of these nights,
the despair and gloom
on demon wings take flight.
In the throes of such pain
my mind all but shatters,
calm eludes me till peace is regained
and the coming of dawn
finds me once again in tatters.
Gypsy red
7/8/2012
yet at times it becomes a orchestration
of memories from which I cannot run.
My pandora’s box usually sealed tight,
seethes and breathes with the terrors
of the past, the horrors of my life.
A danger even to myself and all who are near,
vacate the premises lest I forget myself
and involuntarily hurt someone out of fear.
The night terrors drag me back to relive events,
scenes filled with blood and gore,
my tortured mind unsuccessfully wants to forget.
The demons accost me in my sleep,
tearing at me, a tormented agony
afflicts my mind that will not recede.
The cruelty and distress is such,
that distorted, my reality fades,
beyond my reach, out of touch.
Time and again comes this ordeal,
a plague to the sane,
it leaves me vulnerable and off keel.
Retched misery of these nights,
the despair and gloom
on demon wings take flight.
In the throes of such pain
my mind all but shatters,
calm eludes me till peace is regained
and the coming of dawn
finds me once again in tatters.
Gypsy red
7/8/2012
Published 8th Jul 2012
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Anonymous
8th Jul 2012 10:07pm
We are all waiting for something beautiful!
A nice write here Gypsy Red.
Strider :)
A nice write here Gypsy Red.
Strider :)
8th Jul 2012 10:21pm
I can relate, my mind tortured me when I slept, the nightmares were every night, where my hell from my past caught up with me, luckly they have nearly stopped.
Excellent write and expression.
Excellent write and expression.
9th Jul 2012 00:44am
Yes maam my nemesis the night terrors anyone who has had a traumatic event of any kind can understand this piece because it is our subconscious that it will be relived and replayed many times over.
Thanks Magda for reading my piece.
Thanks Magda for reading my piece.
9th Jul 2012 1:22am
It is sobering to know you as well as others deal with such pain. I've not experienced such yet see through your words the effect of the assault on mind and emotions. Another touching share.
9th Jul 2012 3:15pm
Thank you so very much for your kindness Mr. Ken; It is akin to being mentally raped over and over again, just when you get over one episode here comes another.
