Hymn of Madness

There was silence

Ringing silence

In the darkness

Voices everywhere

 

Calling, pulling, tearing

Gnashing teeth crashing

Hissing, clawing, anger

Hate and love together

 

Singing songs that never end

Of cruelty and lies and pain

Of all the wrongs done and said

Looping in my aching head

 

Flooding thoughts that never cease

Mocking, taunting, laughing at me

Fragments of jarring memories

And jaded heart’s frantic beat

 

In a world of only black and white

Where do all the colors reside?

Why do the stars dance across my eyes,

Drowning in a river of lies?

 

Words on the very tip of my tongue

Words fine and gentle and long

Words that are broken, never realized

Never in its true beauty been glorified

 

Never knowing where

I’m simply content with “there”

Morning and night, no sense of time

The day running together

 

A little bluebird sings

Of tragedy and misfortune, sneering

While the bees hum in the gathering dark

Anxiously awaiting

 

For the sky to fall

And the earth to crumble

I shan’t allow myself to stumble

Around my feet, curse it all

 

I heard the lonely barn owl’s cry

Shrieking, ringing in the night

The voices of all the dead, alive

Never to die a second time

 

Higher, higher I must go

No longer safe on the land below

They’re all fools, I told them so

Fools to be caught in the middle

 

Of a war that could never be won

Of a game that would never be done

Blood feuds can only end in more bloodshed

Until every one of us is dead

 

Higher, higher I must climb

Higher, to avoid the ringing bells

To reach, one day, some haven of time

Where dead or living tell no tales

 

Higher and still higher!

I feel heaven upon my cheek

Yet closer and closer to the pyre

The pyre of eternal sleep

 

The voices reach out to greet me

Sweet, soft, welcoming

Dancing upon the morning breeze

A melodious ringing

 

I can almost feel them now

And they sigh and reached out for me

Whispering sweet nothings of times long gone

Whispering of home, of a spirit finally free

 

And I reached out to greet them

Stretching far, far, higher, higher

Until nothing was beneath my feet

And for a moment I fly

 

The wind is beneath my arms

The voices go wild

I am aware of a smile unharmed

And then a sudden drop

 

And suddenly I am falling

Back to darkness, back to coldness

I scream and shout and try to fight

And then I am still once more

 

There was silence

Ringing silence

In the darkness

Voices everywhere

 

And then the voices

Faded away…

And the sky faded

Into black…

Author's Note

...sooo....wrote random things after reading Hamlet (....inspiration strikes when you least expect it--Ophelia's monologue made an impression and I went: ok. Time to write something in the POV of a crazy person!)

Reviews

[Professor Xeronian]

No, that sounds like the POV of a delusional person. A crazy person is one who is irrational, and you can only prove someone being irrational if they contradict themselves.

[Rose of Gondor]

......well, it didn't occur to me to look for the definition of crazy before I wrote this...um...welll...now I feel slighlty stupid....oh well. I modeled this after Ophelia, so....yeah.

[Professor Xeronian]

No I'm just being weird. I have no idea what the official definition is.

[Rose of Gondor]

eh *shrugs* :D I'm sure there are plenty of definitions of crazy.

[Envy]

That's pretty damn good. Enjoyed it a lot! Often when I write, its the POV of a crazy person - good to know others have that inside of them too.

Write too you soon
Envy

[Rose of Gondor]

Haha yeah...I nearly went crazy myself trying to write this :) Thanks for the review!

Ok!
Rose

[Moldred3]

It is a good piece if you can do me a favor I want people to see my writing. It is new and I want some tips on how to make it better so please read this http://www.writerscafe.org/writing/Moldred3/1192861/

[Rose of Gondor]

ok I'm on it. :D

thanks for the review!