- Non-Erotic Poetry
- A Crumbling Mind
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Click hereA fading darkness behind the eyes
Leaving behind a pillar of lies
Exposing a framework of cries
And a crown of bone
The deep sparks of the mind
Begin to lose their bind
Cutting out the ability to find
A mind to call your own
Great circuits fall quiet for ever
Leaving no more endeavor
To banish the skin of night in the never
And no sight in the light shone
The gears soon turn without guide
Purpose is gone to hide
A blind and rumbling thing to side
With whatever means brings home
A reason to push and go on
Even as the means are gone
Left without logic to lean upon
And reap the madness it has sown
- COMMENTS
Hang on. This poem resonated with me due to my own struggles with cognitive...difficulties, but it hit me twice as hard after reading your bio. God may seem uncaring, cruel or nonexistent, given what you've been through, but he is real and he saved me when I was too much of a pussy to fight any longer. I'm not telling you to "trust in God" or anything in that vein, I'm just taking it upon myself, impertinent bugger that I am, to tell you hang on. Hold on. You are not as alone as you might feel. I don't know you, but I have known others in similar situations with similar torments, and I've feared fir my sanity and wished that I didn't wish for death myself due to crippling physical injuries and disease. Others help me now and helped me then, and a kind word of support always made me simultaneously resentful and grateful, paradoxical though that might seem. I'm just hoping that if you read this it makes you laugh at the crazy jackass rambling incomprehensibly rather than pissing you off because who the hell am I to tell you to hang on or anything like that? Anyway, God bless, and Semper Fi.
A mind left without logic is damaged indeed, how do you find the means to go on in the situation? "Great circuits fall quiet forever' is a particularly poignant line.
usually but your writing it so good it almost overcomes the banal rhythm of the rhyming. I suspect this is a form I'm just not recognizing at the moment. In any case, it's becoming clear that you can't write a bad poem. :-)
Thanks for the read,