Insanity

by isabel   May 7, 2007


Whispers of solitude in my mind
Remembering what I left behind
Is it hard to take away the pain?
Slowly, I am becoming insane

Like a flower hidden in the dark
It ain't the scar, it ain't the mark
It's insanity, taking my soul away
I speak, when I have nothing to say

The blood falls, touching my face
In the darkness, I fall in disgrace
Insanity cuts, to see the blood
Creating my own insane flood

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  • 17 years ago

    by Dee

    Its a very simple poem but explains alot..
    i like it

  • 17 years ago

    by xTheEcstasyOfSuicidex

    The ending, again, seemed forced. Be very careful of that.

    Like a flower hidden in the dark
    It ain't the scar, it ain't the mark
    [[I LOVED these lines. Beautiful!]]

    I liked this, but again, I would have made it longer and placed more detail into it.. detail always makes a stronger poem.

    Anyways.
    Nice job.

    xTheEcstasyofSuicidex5.5

  • 17 years ago

    by Luis Sousa

    Y do u alluays end up with opened wrists? be inventiv cut uor troat!....
    me like paula, mi like...

  • 17 years ago

    by Ashleigh Skye

    I really liked this poem till it got to the ending, I'm not a big fan of cutting poems so the ending kind of ruined the feeling that I was getting throughout the peice. However everything up until that point was preaty good. I really liked the metaphore of a flower hidden in the dark. nice work.

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