Richard Allen Beevor
Unsound - Poem by Richard Allen Beevor
She laughs and is happy, feeling quite high,
a chance remark, her spirit falls, becomes flat, so dry,
she sings and jokes with each and all,
a wrong word, she feels unwanted, so small.
Emotions that change cause her personal war within,
they rise and fall, erratic movements in the wind,
when she enjoys life her cup brims so full,
then again she runs, hides her head from all
thoughts and reason revolve her mind unsound,
toward less cloudy skies her reddened eyes are bound.
Talking to the wall in the cold and dead of night,
no dark of 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 her mind,
constant to the sweet, careful to be kind,
mad hysterics abound, maniac laughter fills the air,
people look, the paranoid clown falls down at the fair.
Destroy objects within such distorted sight,
a twisted idea of ways to make things right,
then calm, now gentle, could not hurt a simple fly,
seeing her then so young and pretty brings tears to the eye,
once more the pain that fills a heart with screaming rage,
the battered limbs uncontrolled from 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 are 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 some 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 for moments of tender heartbreak,
animal of emotions desires washed off in the wake,
grace and beauty cross her path,
the hand of fate and jokers laugh.
Knights in shinning armour 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 sway,
routine of the brain recalls thoughts back to another day,
madness possessed she walks the darkened streets of rain,
searching for the love to cure and pray she's not in vain.
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