Sanctuary

So many voices in my head

Telling me who to be

Saying, Don't do that

Don't be this

Don't enjoy that

But I can go away

Hideaway in my sanctuary

And wait for the noise to calm down

 

 

Water flowing from my wrists

But I'll sit on the mossy bank

Of the river I've made

Listening to the peace of it all

Soak in the silence

And everything is all right

All is well

You'll find me

On the red stained shore

Of your self-made calamity

 

But I'll have nothing to say

Sassylass's picture

dramatic

poetry with that "ahhhhhh" moment!

a thought provoking write!

Desparation invocation,

 but, I may as well stick around until this show is over.

 


Poetry is passion,imagination & soul mixing together....

Words

 

Seraphim's picture

Thank you for the kind words,

Thank you for the kind words, and enjoy the show!


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Starward's picture

The last line carries quite a

The last line carries quite a powerful punch after the preceding lines have built up the emotion.  Are you familiar with Robert Aickman's great horror tale, "Pages From A Young Girl's Journal" ?  The eponymous narrator ends her tale in a similar fashion, in the same kind of punch.  Bravo, your work is excellent. 


Starward

 

Seraphim's picture

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No, I am not yet acquainted with formerly mentioned work, but I have great hopes to be soon. Thank you for the compliments.


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Starward's picture

I will say of Aickman what I

I will say of Aickman what I was told, in 1978, about Wallace Stevens:  "He makes you work, but he repays the effort in full."


Starward