Sunday, July 21, 2013

In the Confines of the Mind (Pantoum)


In the confines of the mind,
Linger words and emotions unspoken.
Lying silently, awaiting more of their kind,
Till they burst forth, uncontrolled, unbroken.

Lingering words and emotions unspoken,
They wait and wait, biding their time,
Then burst forth, uncontrolled, unbroken.
They roam, rush and rage, like crime.

They wait and wait, biding their time,
Brewing within, building momentum,
They roam, rush and rage, like crime,
Knowing no barrier, spreading like venom.

Brewing within, building momentum,
Tension, anger and frustration rise,
Knowing no barrier, spreading like venom,
The poison rages till the victim dies.

Tension, anger and frustration rise,
Black clouds gather across the skies,
As the poison rages till the victim dies,
With no one to hear their agony-filled cries.

Black clouds gather across the skies,
The wind wails in the distance,
With no one to hear the victim’s agony-filled cries,
The mind desperately calls for deliverance.

The wind wails in the distance;
Nerves and emotions unstable as the sea,
The mind desperately calls for deliverance,
Reverberating its misery, its agony.

Nerves and emotions unstable as the sea,
A black magic flows through the veins,
Reverberating with misery, with agony
The body, heart and mind, it claims.

A black magic flows through the veins,
Patiently slow, building darkness within;
The body, heart and mind, it claims,
Till all that the shell hides is sin.

Patiently slow, building darkness within;
Soon, it will take over and control,
Soon the shell will hide nothing but sin,
Then it will have reached its goal.

Soon, it will take over and control
That blackened body, mind and soul;
Soon, it will have reached its goal,
Then the victim will obey its call.

That blackened body, mind and soul,
Will lie silently awaiting more of its kind,
Awaiting Darkness’ deadly call,
In the confines of the mind.



- Form is called the Pantoum.
That's what you get for writing poetry at 4 o'clock in the morning.