The Internal Mausoleum

Some of my first work from back in the day

My tears fell like petals from a flower
Energy is drained from me, surging into a new power

These thoughts intricately woven into disaster
As my mind gives in to the voices, the master

Slowly fading into existences' mournful regrets
Where the darkness is present and the black moon never sets

My heart bleeds through holes of past scars
Enclosed in a cage made of my memories bars

This world devised from my own pain
The land of misery and embarrassing shame

Its where I dwell inside myself
Where no one can come to the rescue or help

Reviews

[Adela Muresan]

This is a great poe...I think that it deservs a more ,,spectacular,, ending, than a simple statement of a sad fact. Make it a little more abstract.

It's well penned, and palpable.

Good write sista', good write.

A.M.

[THE BLACK SEAL]

it wa definately unique... and was misspelled i caught that one.
I think the rhythm of it could be improved a little, but i do think you are on to soemthing here, and you are obviously talented

[papaed]

An interesting read. A life built on unending pain and a bleeding heart trapped behind bars does seem like youthful angst, but the second line implies the knowledge that this too shall pass and acknowledges that after the tears, we can move on. My old age tends to put that thought at the end of a piece rather at the beginning... but then youthful angst once gripped us all.

Thanks for sharing, and I'm glad I read this.
papaed