The Land Contortion And Distortion Poem by Daniel Richards

Masquerading as a man with calm collective reason
My protective charade was a defensive action,
A sight that frightens all even the heavenly season
Reached a point of no return or even retraction furthermore
Guiding my ship through stormy raging ocean of emotions
Fear grips me as I hear those voices speak notions and
With there poison my mind becomes weak
But I carry on unknowingly what these poisoned potions have done to me
So I become a wayward one sitting and crying no more, excited by pain
My own blood pours and I feel nothing but the warmth of the flow
Is it wrong I wouldn’t know?
Carry on a wayward one hope and pray there’ll be rest hen I’m gone

Swallowed up by a world of inner delusion with the truths of my heart hidden by the veil of illusion,
Can I fight the whirlwind of confusion with no foot hold for me to launch my offensive solution?
Through my eyes I could see I was still a blind man
Though my mind still thought I’m a mad man
I took my hand and dealt a new, set my course to the wind of fortune
But the voices are still calling calling and I find myself crawling back to there
Imagery of my mind distortion so close again but so far
Will there ever be peace for me in my mind in a land of distortion
I feel I’m falling to a pit of abortion an end to it all and an escape from the land
Contortion and distortion