Richard Allen Beevor

Veteran Poet - 1,297 Points (23 March 1949 / London)

Unsound - Poem by Richard Allen Beevor

She laughs and is happy, feeling quite high,
a chance remark, her spirit falls, becomes flat, dry,
she sings and jokes with each and all,
a wrong word, she feels unwanted, small.

Emotions that change cause personal war within,
they rise and fall, erratic movements in the wind,
when she enjoys life her cup brims full,
then again she runs, hides her head from all
thoughts and reason revolve her mind unsound,
toward less cloudy skies reddened eyes are bound.

Talking to the wall in the cold dead of night,
no ink black sky can blind her inner sight,
she creates magic from planets lost in distant space,
casting out the wicked demon, found no hiding place,
sadly living in the blank recesses of mind,
constant to the sweet, careful to be kind,
mad hysterics abound, manic laughter fills the air,
look! the paranoid clown falls down at the fair.

Destroy objects within such distorted sight,
twisted idea of ways to make things right,
then calm, now gentle, could not hurt a simple fly,
see her young and pretty brings tears to the eye,
once more pain fills a heart with screaming rage,
the battered limbs uncontrolled in the mental cage.

Easing, slowing, cooling down,
eyes close as she hits the ground,
unconscious to the world about,
asleep she is free from doubt.

Dreams, forgotten stories, tales told to the sad,
in them she escapes the world, realm of the mad,
then awake and rise the dread of sleep all gone,
refreshed with power gained, a journey to go on,
venture the far hills of thought, truth to seek,
capture unknown desire before again she grows weak,
the quest to ride onward toward a glow of light,
finding there harmony that clears a stormy night.

She believes all hope of future love is lost,
on a sea of sorrow her greatest wish is tossed,
child of the moon weeps, moments of tender heartbreak,
animal of emotions, desires washed in the wake,
grace and beauty cross her path,
the hand of fate as jokers laugh.

Knights in shining armor arrive to crown her love their King,
send him to sea in a leaden boat, ship of idle sin,
she lost her mind, her heart to him has slipped away,
routine of the brain recalls thoughts, of another day,
madness possessed she walks darkened streets of rain,
searching for the love to cure, pray she's not in vain.


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Poem Submitted: Sunday, January 18, 2015

Poem Edited: Saturday, May 9, 2015


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