I lie awake at night with nothin’ but blank stares,
To keep my mind from thinking of past negative affairs.
Undeniable nightmares…there’s nothing my mind can do to prepare.
It’s unfair to compare my mind to the next man,
Because I’m aware I think thoughts that very few will ever understand.
Waking up in cold sweats with metaphorical blood on my hands
Branded by individual facial expressions that demand restitution,
Knowing that there isn’t much that will bring my soul absolution.
I pray for salvation from my mind’s self-prosecution…to keep myself from self-execution.
Is resolution from this just a simple illusion?
Confusion leading to delusional seclusion?
Some would call these thoughts a matter of being inhuman,
To be the cause of the destruction of the most precious of unions.
I consider these thoughts to show that my guilt has been proven.
Thursday, September 23, 2010
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2 comments:
You weave rhyme seamlessly throughout this poem and as Chris said that's not an easy thing to do. I think a way to make this poem even better would be to describe the actual nightmare. This way the reader/listener connects with something more concrete because I wonder throughout, "What is this nightmare?" Keep em coming!
I was originally going to put the actual nightmare into the spoken word, but decided against it...mostly due to personal reasons as the nightmare I'm referring to is a reoccurring one, and has very personal content. However, after reading your comment, and hearing from other people, I believe now that it could have been a much more powerful piece if I added what the nightmare was. Right now I can see that readers may be disconnected (no pun intended) from it. Adding the nightmare would have drawn the reader in a lot more. Maybe I'll do another nightmare piece in the future.
Thanks!
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