Of madness and fragile things

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What is that sound that seems far away
and yet threatens to tear a heavy heart?
My mind is a playground which retains
psychedelic dreams.

I am hollow, I am rage, I speak of things
which only the guiltless can bear; live or
die but don’t let this world corrupt you,
let them taint not the holier spirit.

As fire that rises out of tempestuous sea,
cleanse the heart fragile of thoughts that
weep, there’s comfort in thin line which
separates madness and poise.

 

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Posted for Poems in April @ Real Toads

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28 thoughts on “Of madness and fragile things

  1. Ellecee says:

    “There’s comfort in thin line” I agree with Gillena, a heartfelt poem, true to life 🙂 I walk that line daily and therefore relate well to your words.

  2. Kerry says:

    This is a very introspective poem, Sanaa. there is a duality to every consciousness and you have expressed that very well with your imagery.

  3. Kim M. Russell says:

    This stanza speaks for itself – that line is paper thin!
    ‘As fire that rises out of tempestuous sea,
    cleanse the heart fragile of thoughts that
    weep, there’s comfort in thin line which
    separates madness and poise’.

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