Bruised and Bleeding
 

My brain lies bruised and bleeding

I’ve written another story, put down some more related words

Can’t imagine anymore as they arrive, the new seedlings

Filled with hatred and anger in a language that I’ve never heard

But they have to get out or I’ll lose my mind

And run out screaming in the night

Though sometimes they are loving they are just as much unkind

And even though my eyes aren’t open they are in my sight

Headaches and noose bleeds sometimes they follow

And the vision haunt me till I write them down

They try to sooth me, but they’re words all fall hollow

They think I am their puppet, they think I’m their clown

My brain seems bruised and injured, and the ache never leaves for very long

The nightmares soothed by the innocence of the new dawn

Replaced by the soft music of life and the bird’s whistling song

And I must find a way to fight through this, to continue on

 

 


Comments:
 
Bluez   Bluez wrote
on 4/10/2008 10:02:48 PM
Thank everyone for your thoughts on my work, I always worry about flow and I'm glad this one worked, I have had many nights where sleep wasn't going to happen, but we are not strangers, only our thoughts. Just kidding...I think since only writers can understand this, that we are not strangers, we relate to each other in our poems and our stories.

rbouncha   rbouncha wrote
on 4/9/2008 4:51:48 PM
sometimes writing and thinking can drive you insane, but you what that's the beauty off it. I belive that if time and patient is a virtue then it's worth the frustration. I feel your pain.

lindsay   lindsay wrote
on 4/9/2008 11:33:12 AM
I think we writers can all relate to this one.

jlew1973   jlew1973 wrote
on 4/6/2008 11:19:52 PM
I totally relate to every word you wrote. My God, it's as if everything I've felt has been captured by a complete stranger. I write this comment after midnight, and my restless mind is filled with restless creativity that will not let me sleep until the wee hours of the morning--even with my pills. Too many nights, I've longed to run blindly into the night, almost as you described. I admire poetry because I can't write it, at least not well enough for me to allow someone to read it. Thanks for posting this raw, inside account of what I suspect a lot of us writers experience. Good work, and I look forward to reading more of your work.

kayla97068   kayla97068 wrote
on 4/6/2008 4:52:08 PM
I can definitely relate to this. Very powerful and well-written, flow is always a problem I have with poetry but your words blend together very well. Fantastic job.

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If you know how to write you can relate to this feeling, but I hope it isn't always that bad for you either!
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