Insanity Stares at My Mouth
Flashes of denial campaign
undiscovered in my ears
while laughter sounds out like static
from a land where words
expose their wonder.
What lies beneath
waves of pleading promises
that lie touching my heart
like winds of change
bring on thunder?
Has my existence flown
to find the answers
inside of years
up on the silent mountaintop
that I once called
my home?
I find that now I live with chaos
looking in my windows
at every single hollow place
it sees
when I am sitting
all alone.
Insanity is everywhere
I see it staring at my mouth
as honesty spews on everything
I deny to be,
while in all of my despair
I hear words
laughing out at me.
I breathe in deep then lift the voice
with which I write
and wait........
for my pen to bleed.
undiscovered in my ears
while laughter sounds out like static
from a land where words
expose their wonder.
What lies beneath
waves of pleading promises
that lie touching my heart
like winds of change
bring on thunder?
Has my existence flown
to find the answers
inside of years
up on the silent mountaintop
that I once called
my home?
I find that now I live with chaos
looking in my windows
at every single hollow place
it sees
when I am sitting
all alone.
Insanity is everywhere
I see it staring at my mouth
as honesty spews on everything
I deny to be,
while in all of my despair
I hear words
laughing out at me.
I breathe in deep then lift the voice
with which I write
and wait........
for my pen to bleed.
... wonderful poetry.
ReplyDeletethank you for sending,Neva
Thank you :) XXX
Deletedespair strongly penned here. i can feel it and taste it. well done.
ReplyDeleteThank you LL XX
DeleteSometimes the pen can say what we can't--strong, string write--hugs to you!
ReplyDeleteThank you Audrey :)
Deletewonderful words,and message you have portrayed ..thanks for sharing this :D
ReplyDeleteThank you Jelord :)
Deletebeautiful expression Neva!
ReplyDeleteThank you so much Renee :)
DeleteI can certainly relate to those feelings. Terrifying at times.
ReplyDeleteThank you Tutte :)
DeleteInsanity is always within reach but for a moment in time.
ReplyDeleteThe beauty od being a poet is everyone knows we are naturally "not right" and they eventually stop sending the men in white coats with that special jacket. Rave on Neva! You're one of the best there is!
ReplyDeletereally strong emotion and imagery in this...insanity though is often what we trip the edge of on our way to writing...smiles...
ReplyDeleteLoved these lines:)
ReplyDeleteInsanity is everywhere
I see it staring at my mouth
as honesty spews on everything
I deny to be,
while in all of my despair
I hear words
laughing out at me.