Night Falls At Sunrise
Well, then you know how well you are…
Is it voiceless whispers that I keep hearing?
or memories perpetrating on my fears?
As the ghosts and I haunt this ward,
deep in depression, plagued with the essential insanity
a pen-less poet, I repeatedly fall upon my own sword.
I seem to chase the forever eluding phrase that will restore the verse,
My resilience has always been to sift away the dark, and stride clearly into the light,
Now distracted I cannot focus or attend to the task,
once I seemed to possess the genius to disengage the tangles,
and straighten the path,
Now I appear, written outside the margins in insidious imagery,
such oblique distortions I cannot unmask.
Sometimes I almost convince myself the whispers are mere variations of the wind,
Just to be overruled by phantoms, which drag me into the abyss again…
Insanity is not for normal folks…so if you don't understand this…
Well, then you know how well you are…psych!
or memories perpetrating on my fears?
As the ghosts and I haunt this ward,
deep in depression, plagued with the essential insanity
a pen-less poet, I repeatedly fall upon my own sword.
I seem to chase the forever eluding phrase that will restore the verse,
My resilience has always been to sift away the dark, and stride clearly into the light,
Now distracted I cannot focus or attend to the task,
once I seemed to possess the genius to disengage the tangles,
and straighten the path,
Now I appear, written outside the margins in insidious imagery,
such oblique distortions I cannot unmask.
Sometimes I almost convince myself the whispers are mere variations of the wind,
Just to be overruled by phantoms, which drag me into the abyss again…
Insanity is not for normal folks…so if you don't understand this…
Well, then you know how well you are…psych!
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Well, then you know how well you are…
Well, then you know how well you are…
