My Madness Is a Room in My Mind
R.M. Stockton’s March Write Club Challenge
The one I try to keep the door closed on– locked and barred - to hold it at bay
Sometimes nothing works and it springs open wide – a whirlwind - sweeping away
Reality
In broad strokes painting new worlds that usually, revolve around me
Ones where I am so powerful, so important, so special, so looked up to, where people really see
Who I am – or would be if I could just get a grip and not slip into that deep abyss
That yawns wide every morning trying to swallow me whole – sucking me into its vile dark shadows – that whisper and hiss
Luring me away from what I know is real. Entwining me tight in an electric frenzy of warped thought with searing visions that burn so hot leaving my mind blistered black, cinder husked and cracked
Where I see things I cannot touch and hear all those howling voices that never listen back
Like knives in my head piercing, hurting, cutting me away – slice by slice
The part of me that enslaves and torments the rest - dicing and splicing
My sanity into a frayed thin rope grimly hanging by a thread
Making me wish for an end to it – to be free of the burrowing dread
That one day I will act out a horror unimaginable to those whose minds are whole
Who do not have to deal with these fanged snarling demons of the soul
About the Creator
Bonnie Bowerman
Just a curious soul with a crayon, at the beginning of my writing journey. There were many absorbing detours along the way.
I am so happy, I stumbled upon this community. The depth of talent here, takes my breath away!
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