I get so frustrated and angry, and images flash through my mind - So real, so alive. - 16 November 2005


Sanity.

Why is frustration leading me?

 

Hooking past the trembling walls,

Smashing up my salvation to tiny pieces

Of broken glass, shattered

Amongst the clean, but frail carpet.

 

Ink marked the floor.

 

Maybe my fists couldn’t bare

The blood that layered intently.

 

Thin doors in my soluble mind

Created holes,

To vent what I really saw.

 

The ceiling closes in on me;

The skirting shades;

The floor starts to ink,

And my faculty breaks.





Poetry by John Ashleigh
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Written on 2005-11-17 at 00:19

Tags Sanity  Anger 

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Zoya Zaidi
I'll come back and comment on this later...
A big "SIGH" is all I can manage right now!!!...Don't hurt so bad sweet heart!...
((((hugs)))) to ease the frustation a bit...
want to fold you in my arms and rock you to sleep, like a baby...
If wishes were horses...
2005-11-18


Black Knight
"Peace of mind, you run away from me
So make me lose my mask of sanity!"

You accidentally did not hear this song, John? :))
2005-11-17


penfold18
Excellent piece john, frustration can be a difficult emotion to put across, but you achieved it.
2005-11-17


cory Crook
oh ya great poem.
2005-11-17


cory Crook
i from this poem found another way to think when writing more inflated and imaginitive.
2005-11-17