Dementia Defined
As the phobia advanced
I painted an austere canvass of death
And a wintry gust of frozen mist
Sealed the trepidation upon my face
Frantically I fought to find some delightful diversion
Another puzzle to piece together
Another song that needed verse
Or another poem that needed lines
Without avail I searched for more creative distractions
A book that needed read
A story that needed creation
A friend who needed a voice
But madness consumed me
Thoughts were perplexed inside my clouded mind
My hands uncontrollably shook
And crimson puddles splashed the page
I begged my pen produce one last verse of poetic veracity
A stanza with rhyme
A stanza with meter
A stanza with power
But I was distracted by haunting reverberations
The soundless screams that exited my mouth
As prowling spirits invaded my mind
And sinister shadows materialized before me
I was lost among frail hallucinations
Where hazy smoke illuminated fallacy
Leaving a veil of untruths
That shattered my wall of carefully placed shields
I was held prisoner by irrational fears
The relentless murmurs in my head
As my body slipped away
And my soul tried to escape
I tried to forge some personal desires to escape
A body that needed solace
A soul that needed saving
And a heart that needed mending
But I could only fabricate whimsical pleasures
The crushing weight of a body without life
Its icy breath shivering along my flesh
As it pierced my body with bloody fangs
I was captivated with this Vampiric persona
The lavender eyes
The snow white flesh
And the immortality
Yet I mourned the eternal damnation
The loss of life
The thirst for blood
The fear of sunrise
But mostly the heart
That would never beat again
©2009 (All Rights Reserved)
I painted an austere canvass of death
And a wintry gust of frozen mist
Sealed the trepidation upon my face
Frantically I fought to find some delightful diversion
Another puzzle to piece together
Another song that needed verse
Or another poem that needed lines
Without avail I searched for more creative distractions
A book that needed read
A story that needed creation
A friend who needed a voice
But madness consumed me
Thoughts were perplexed inside my clouded mind
My hands uncontrollably shook
And crimson puddles splashed the page
I begged my pen produce one last verse of poetic veracity
A stanza with rhyme
A stanza with meter
A stanza with power
But I was distracted by haunting reverberations
The soundless screams that exited my mouth
As prowling spirits invaded my mind
And sinister shadows materialized before me
I was lost among frail hallucinations
Where hazy smoke illuminated fallacy
Leaving a veil of untruths
That shattered my wall of carefully placed shields
I was held prisoner by irrational fears
The relentless murmurs in my head
As my body slipped away
And my soul tried to escape
I tried to forge some personal desires to escape
A body that needed solace
A soul that needed saving
And a heart that needed mending
But I could only fabricate whimsical pleasures
The crushing weight of a body without life
Its icy breath shivering along my flesh
As it pierced my body with bloody fangs
I was captivated with this Vampiric persona
The lavender eyes
The snow white flesh
And the immortality
Yet I mourned the eternal damnation
The loss of life
The thirst for blood
The fear of sunrise
But mostly the heart
That would never beat again
©2009 (All Rights Reserved)
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