Lunatic's Plea

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    Lunatic's Plea

     Tongue of fire whispers
    intoxicating me inside,
    you pull me to the edge
    but I'll stand my ground and fight.
     
    I look behind the surface.
    Is this all I am?
     
    I must destroy to rebuild,
    sever the ties,
    burn down the bridges.
    I'll chase these ghosts
    through the dead hourglass of time.
     
    I never wanted it to come to this,
    but this is greater than I.
     
    I'm lost without intention,
    tainted with misery,
    so they crawl back in,
    into my obsessions,
    exploiting my generosity.
     
    Imprisoned by my own careless creation.
    affliction unravels so painfully.
        
    My halo has been burnt
    by the vile voice of ruin.
    I stand exposed in chaos
    wishing to be released.
    Why wont they set me free?
       
    The sound of salvation draws near,
    can you hear it?
      
    I now stand before you,
    overpowered by the fallen.
    the last strips of sanity, finally slip away.
    The silence of my oblivion is broken
    by the clashing of Poe's bells.
        
    The fiends giggle as i begin to cry.
    How long until we die? 

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    frog commented on Lunatic's Plea

    10-17-2009

    There are portions of the poem that indicate the imprisoning effect is coming from an outside source, and then also from within. So true how the two can be intertwined.
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    Crush commented on Lunatic's Plea

    10-17-2009

    so much, so much intensity and beauty in your misery. i don't mean that in a bad way, it's just that you write so beautifully and this poems hits the part of my brain where the tears start. i wish i could pick certain pomes ( including this one ) and just publish them in a book and sell it to people who would really appreciate them. i love this because i too know from sadness. thnaks for posting this masterpiece. 10 easily !
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    Stryx commented on Lunatic's Plea

    10-08-2009

    It's nice to discover you my friend. You do very good work.
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    A poem begins as a lump in the throat, a sense of wrong, a homesickness, a lovesickness. It finds the thought and the thought finds the words.

    Robert Frost (1875-1963) American Poet.

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