Tag Archives: insanity

Unsettled – #poetry of the unknown

06 Wednesday Oct 2021

Posted by in Halloween, Poetry

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Unsettled skies
Grows dark, the night
No vivid colors
To awaken sight
The moon refuses 
To share its light
Darkness fills my eyes

Grasses lose 
Their verdant hue
There is no color
Alas, tis true
What moves in shadow?
Is it you?!
Perhaps, this is merely a ruse

I blink to see
But nothing is clear
It’s shrouded in haze
Or is that my fear?
Taking over my mind
Insanity, near
I try, but cannot flee

Sadly, I am losing my spark
Please tell me what to do
So they cannot find me
Though they’ll try to ensue
What is left of my spirit
My friend, I need you!
Lest find myself lost in the dark


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Presumed Guilty – #MayWriting – #poetry – #freeverse

20 Monday May 2019

Posted by in free verse, May Writing, Poetry

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Spare the child
For she is
Too young
To know the truth
Too naïve
To understand
Why not
Blame yourself
Instead of
Putting her
In harm’s way
For the sake
Of your own
Insanity
Spare the child
Your drama
Self-centered
Never
Looked good
On you
Instead
Thank God
She grew
Into a woman
Self-confident
Not self-absorbed

 

May Writing Prompts – Presumed Guilty – Day 20/31

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Never Heard Again – #poetry – #JanuaryWriting

25 Friday Jan 2019

Posted by in January Writing, Poetry

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A voice that spoke loudly, into the night
They knew, at once, from where it came
Down the dark hallway, shined a dim light
Every evening, she was always the same

Scratching, inside the walls, could be heard
Grating, like fingernails, on the blackboard
A sound so hideously insane, and absurd
Much like the bellows, of a feudal warlord

Refusing to believe she wasn’t normal
Taunting, and teasing the hired staff
Until, eventually, the matter, now formal
Did leave her, exhausted, in the aftermath

When, at last, she had been taken away
They had a chance to find out the cause
That made that horrible sound, most days
One that had given them reason to pause

There, on the desk, piled high, one on one
Silvery discs, and a dried up fountain pen
Scratched and grooved, and quite overrun
Her insanity recorded, but, never heard again

 

January Writing Prompt – The recording was all the proof they needed – Day 25/31

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The Hands of the Devil ~ #poetry #Afterwards

21 Monday Jan 2019

Posted by in Afterwards Word Prompts, Poetry

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In the twilight hours, when madness sets in
And the darkness engulfs you, when terror begins

Blurred in reality, a turn of events
Nothing around you makes any sense

Longing for sanity to visit again
Never really knowing where it has been

Torturing dreams that fly through the night
Grasping and grabbing, in torrid delight

Cause you to stumble, turn away from the real
In the hands of the devil, your soul, his steal.

 

Afterwards January Prompts – Madness – Day 21/31

Originally posted ©2016 Dorinda Duclos All Rights Reserved for NaPoWriMo, fits Michael’s prompt perfectly  😉
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An Open Door ~ #dark #poetry

19 Friday Oct 2018

Posted by in Poetry, What Do You See?

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The lovely Helene of Willow Poetry has challenged us with “What do you See?”.  You may write a poem, haiku, tanka or short story that represents what you see or feel within you.  More info can be found in the link below.

In keeping with the dark theme that always accompanies Halloween, I have written this poem.

An open door, in which to climb

Barred by metal fences, twined

I can only peer into the dark

And hope the sun creates a spark

To light the inner chamber, where

So many have be locked, in there

Let me free them, from this cell

Unlock these wicked Gates of Hell

Where no man, has been freed

Thrown aside, for sins, and greed

But I know better, the Devil’s game

Sadistic, he, never taking blame

I’ve called him out, I’ve come to fight

To save these humans from their plight.

But who will come, to rescue me

And save me from this…insanity

 

©2018 Dorinda Duclos All Rights Reserved
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