Madness

How can things turn out this bad?
How can I first have been so glad,
and now feel like Im going mad?

The rain speaks to me, reads me fairy tales
I know that I should flee, because I'm the one who fails

I cut my self on the lingering dead
like on a blank paper
Drops of what once was red and not hard to contain
Is now nothing but widespread and insane

Once my sanity was like snow on a mountain top,
A secluded place so pristine nobody had ever left a mark
Now people running around in my sanctuary nonstop
All the snow disappear, and what was once white now is dark

I was once happy,
cheerful and joyful,
I felt gladness

Now I see myself being corrupted by this madness




Poetry by Peter
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Written on 2006-04-06 at 17:00

Tags Sanity  Dead  Mad 

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Me_Pia
This is wonderful!!! your so talented with the english language peter... how can you come up with all these rhymes?

kisses
PIA
2006-09-15


Veld Cooper
A beutiful write about the Dark Side! Well done, Peter!
2006-04-09


Malin Johansson
This one was really great... the madness really drives us insane... and you captured it really good in this poem...

Hugs to you
2006-04-06


Zoya Zaidi
THIS IS ABSOLUTELY WODERFUL Peter darling!
Very well writ!
Love this line:
"Once my sanity was like snow on a mountain top, "
And ths whole simily of mind's puriy like snow, and it getting corrupted by trampling of feet...
Very orignal!
((((hugs)))))
Love, xxx, Zoya
2006-04-06


Jon Hanover
This is good. You write with a gentle, soft but intelligent touch. Are you by chance influenced by any songwriters such as Burt Bacharach ?
2006-04-06