- Non-Erotic Poetry
- Moments of Lucidity
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Lucidity comes and goes
like waves of nausea
that roll over my synapses,
producing momentary clarity.
A gasp of terror
at the confusion
within the hallowed halls
of my psyche
echoes; replacing the silence.
Incoherent ramblings creep
unbidden into my mind;
making me question
their authenticity.
Are they my own
rantings or theirs?
Needing to find out,
out damn spot!
Do not stain my soul
with the crimson
underpinnings of your eyes.
Do not blind my foresight
with demented gouging.
Let me see
the halls of darkness
beckoning me to unearth
tombs of morbidity.
Lost in a sea
of inconsequential questions,
I stroke my breast
and swim to the murky shore.
No clearer
is it here?
No ambiance awaits me.
My journey for naught;
I turn to resume my wanderings.
Heading back inside the doom
prepares me for the awaiting
message I seek
to discover, the shaking
reverberating through
my terror filled corpse;
closer it creeps,
into my very being.
The incessant shouting begins,
its frantic tones
scarring me forever.
“Wake up, wake up.
It’s just a bad dream”.
- COMMENTS
lostandfounderover 19 years agothis poem may have been overlooked because of the inhumanity challenge. A wonderful look at those voices that come in the night. I love the way the stanzas connect together. The third stanza is my favorite. Great poem!
