THE GRIM POET

The voices be taking over so loudly I want to scream SILENCE!!!

But I must admit my fear of them because they do sort of have a history of violence.

Sometimes my mind’s guilty of the most gruesome crimes

Blood slimes down imagination walls from skulls shattered against them

Scattered upon the floor, the bloody grimes

Plastered across the room like an imagery of the dark times

Ask yourself not whose skulls

Sometimes they’re mine, sometimes they’re yours

Very often they’re faceless.

Do not ask me the cause of this gracelessnesss

‘Cause sometimes it’s baseless

It thrives not from here nor there;

It’s from a place called Placeless.

The madness has officially begun

And the survival rate is from zero to none.

See I knew I found a friend when I picked up my pen

And I was open to some realism to believe in the concept of Zen

Then it turned out my new best friend was my enemy

And yet still I couldn’t shake off this bond because my enemy remained my best friend.

The tip of my pen had written in a peep hole into a prison of thoughts to my soul

Each word freeing a thought was a trigger for this hole to grow bigger

Now go figure why the incarcerated lot stole a glimpse of the outside world and have been dreaming of a freedom stroll ever since.

And they’re too vigorous to convince

I can’t seem to talk them out of their rigorous goal to break free

The role’s been taken from me

It’s like that decision’s no longer mine to make so what does that make me?

A puppet to my mind’s slavery to ink

I’ve been tossed into a pool of my darkest ideologies with the options to swim or to sink

Drinking in what I can’t shut my mouth to, I’m on the brink of a breakdown

‘Cause the voices be getting louder and louder

I need a structure to think.

But then the voices quiet down and I can’t stand it

The system doesn’t work quite the way I planned it

I’m a schizophrenic artist addicted to the lunacy and can’t unhand it

Mastering my art alternatively falling its victim

I’m a synonym to contradiction

Welcome to this poet’s revelation.