Worrying Till Madness Poem by Mihaela Pirjol
Worrying Till Madness
Oh! ...the incertitude...
oscillating a to-and-fro
through the crepuscule of ambiguity...
through this worried mind,
exacerbated
by this eerie silence, and the passing time;
tortured slowly
with thoughts, worries, and agonies:
A smouldering fear
raging within my chest—
A savage beast
ready to escape furtively through my ribs,
and devour its cage!
How long does this heart can endure? —
Should I surrender to lassitude,
and employ a state of indifference
whilst I am boiled alive
in chaotic thoughts,
exuding fear through all my pores? —
Or, should I make an effort of volition
and rise above
these terrestrial non-significations?
Oh! ...To love! ...To feel alive! ...
To feel your blood
fermenting inside your veins,
Your nerves
pulsating through your limbs,
Your heart
trembling inside your chest,
Imploring the skies
with a new-found piety,
screaming in its every beat: —
Have mercy! Have mercy!
For Love's sake!
Oh! Let's atrophy these senses!
Let lethargy and apathy
induce a presumed death! —
To feel no more!
as the breathing inertia of coma: —
Oh, yes! Let's cowardly surrender
to non-existence
whilst pretending that we are alive!
Alive...! Alive...! Alive...!
But alive—it means to feel:
Feel...! Feel...! Feel...!
Anything—just to feel—
till you cross the border of madness!
As I often, do...
Outstanding write, I can relate to the agony of worrying and you have expressed with brilliant choice of words, your creativity is exploding like fireworks with a stunning display of worrying till madness! You create such intensity of the madness of worrying that is obsessive and drains our heart and souls of living, life is a dread a fear that consumes us like a deadly disease!
Most of us would prefer not to feel and hence not worry I can feel the madness in your words the price you pay to feel and be alive. Beautifully written poem love the INTENSITY
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5/10/2024 7:18:01 AM # 1.0.0.1119
So powerful a poem! Sometimes we feel that to be alive is to suffer! We do not know the reason for the agony and panic we go through. But we feel it is there, very much there! When no door opens before us, we feel imprisoned within our own afflictions. At such times we involuntarily long for a comatose which will render us numb to all agonizing pain and insensitive to all nagging thoughts!