Whispers of the Insane

I hear her voice and must obey

The chains of a prisoner I escape

My queen demands I save the child

So I search for her among the crowds

People reach out with a pleading shriek

There is no time to end their misery

The soldiers chase me through the halls

Blood coats my broken daggers, hands, and clothes

The child I find and seek a way out

An army I fight to set the child free

Once out the door a bright light receives me

Booming voices call out

Claiming I am no warrior, but a daughter of insanity.

Utterances of a Fantasy Writer

I lay awake upon my bed

They care not if I rest my head

Rambling voices fill my mind

They struggle to be heard each day

I see them even in my sleep

They weave their tales into my dreams

I shout, “Hush now! Go away!”

But they reply, “Not until my story is made!”

I toss and turn, chasing them away

But they return with many more friends

A defeated sigh escapes my lips

I’m forced to type away each tale


When one ends, another begins

A voice dies with each finale

There are too many for my lifetime

Cradled in Oblivion

They plotting all against me

My stuff they take and hide from me

A fool they want to make of me

The TV they say I keep unplugging

Or that I ate not long ago

I ask they say a thousand times

But for me it’s my first time

Wouldn’t I remember I ate?

Why do they say I only forget?

They sneer and leave me all alone

Am I that horrible?

I cry myself to sleep at night

What’s going on inside my head?


I wake to face another day

The black box doesn’t play today

Ugh! Oh why?

Impressum

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Tag der Veröffentlichung: 04.08.2010

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