A Tortured Mind

A Tortured Mind

Take me to the ends of this flat earth

and throw me deep into the boiling pit of Hades.

For I have never had the right

to walk, upright, in the presence of love.

Because of my misdemeanours,

I have never earned an existence

free from original sin.

A life where the kiss is all the sweetness

needed to survive.

And so I must exist in this half life,

where demons roam, feasting freely

upon the flesh of the sinner.

Where each and every night

my dreams are full of wet towels

and rubber truncheons

that suffocate my hope

and beat at the guilt of my naked feet.

Here I must imbibe the stench of devilment

and accept it as my own.

Here I must wear the cloak of darkest black

to cover my fear of living in the light.

And here I must die.

 

09/08/16

Reviews

[Willard Wells]

Well done stroll within the darkness of a life of a mind that is in pain. A rather self-loathing piece. Strong words and imagery.

[John Alexander McFadyen]

Thank you so much Willard. So glad poetry can be taken from deep within and not be reality in effect.

[andrew mitchell]

powerful, dark and menacing, captured imagery in perfect john-style.

[John Alexander McFadyen]

Thanks Andrew. Trying to ease back into the Cafe.