Autumn VanBrown

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~cradled In Madness~ - Poem by Autumn VanBrown

an original poem by Autumn VanBrown

The images I see with my eyes and all that is around me
How could I have the eyes noticing the hell bound tree.

They say seeing is believing for some call me insane,
I am watching others long gone and feeling their pain.

The good ones want help out of their wounded souls.
For heaven is their wish and heaven is their goal.

At night they scream, scratch and play.
It is almost like they want the living to pay.

I toss and turn and wake at night.
Still they try to come for a fight.

When worse comes to worse I rock back and fourth.
Praying to God asking for help and asking him to come towards.

They see me with their claws and evil smiles.
Demons of hell and their terror goes on for miles.

Is there a reason I can see and feel the spirits of game?
They are there to try and scare you although they need to be tamed.

Am I crazy for the thing I hear?
No you are only crazy if you indeed feel fear.

When I yell people look and stare.
'Take her to a place with meds and care'.

I AM NOT CRAZY GET OUT OF MY WAY.
Shut your mouth and get ready for the day.

WHY ARE YOU DOING THIS TO ME?
Because unlike the others you can see.

Are you real or are you fake?
Your mind talks a lot when your life is at stake.

Is there no one to help me, my mind?
Help yourself by grasping all that is left behind.

I can do this I know I can.
Stop rocking back and fourth for now you have a plan.

Use my eye to help and protect?
No use your eye to correct.

Go to the place where the screams come from the most.
Get what you need and be careful for they want you as a host.

The things you see were never real in that place.
They just wanted to mess with your mind and get in your space.

This place is full of people dead and alive.
You cannot possibly think your crazy they are souls with a strive.

They do not know of what they do.
Just the thought your here is a clue.

Run little ones and feel the shiver down your spine.
Now you run, but yet you can never hide.
Just live and learn for your power is your pride.


Poet's Notes about The Poem

One with the ability of sight and has no one to talk to about it. Is their mind lost? Or are they simply learning something new? Who will they have to turn to?

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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, July 31, 2012



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