Internal Battle
A Sonnet About Madness
The Darkness of my core is all I know,
For Labyrinths of the Soul are scarcely lit.
The Sorrow, sweet, is my Immortal Foe,
The Pain, so deep inside I drown in it.
My Struggle, futile, endless, lost in Dreams,
And desperate are my tearful, fearful Tries
To finally escape these iron Seams,
To free Myself from black-washed walls of Lies.
"You always and Forever mine shall be."
"I won't allow this Bondage anymore!"
"Ha! Never from your Soul shall You be free!"
"My distant Peace is balanced on this War..."
I cannot kill this Demon in my mind,
But Free am I if shattered is Its Bind.
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Michelle Truman | Prose and Puns | Noyath Books
I fell in love with speculative fiction and poetry many years ago, but I have precious little time to write any. It was high time I started making Prose and Puns a priority, starting with Purple Poetry, Auqredis, and the World of Noyath.
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The year was 2016, I believe, and it was September. My family - my parents, our family dog, and I - went to France for a vacation. My mother had booked a holiday home near the French city of Obernai that looked nice in the photos. When we arrived, the landlady greeted us, though communication was difficult since she spoke little English or French while my parents and I, just 12 years old at the time, knew even less. I remember how she seemed nervous explaining that we must activate the alarm system each night and lock the doors to the lounge/winter garden with a large metal shutter that reminded me of blast doors.
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“Sorrow” is what I hear.