Manic Cure

Hear I stand,
The bottom of the world,
Wanting to scream at the top of my lungs,
Leave my vocal cords raw.

I'm exhausted by the hypocrisy,
Tired of the lies,
Frustrated by distracted minds,
How sadly the freedom dies.

Self centered and simple,
Narrow minded and blinded,
Enlightenment is buried,
We will never find it.

I am complex,
My thoughts are deep,
A gift not given,
Only sorrow do I reap.

There is no one like me,
No kindred soul to touch,
Bitter disappointment,
The dragging rush.

Perplexed and befuddled,
I reflect on my resilient reflex,
Such stalwart defiance,
I search with failing eyes.

Chains bind hands,
They rattle everyone's feet,
No one cares to notice,
Self-induced defeat.

She is out there somewhere,
Beautifully headstrong and pure,
My desperately wild hope,
It requires a manic cure.

Sweet love,
Do not fail or falter,
I believe in you,
Any doubt insults her.

I grip the edge,
Hold onto what is real,
Save me gentle soul,
While I can still feel.
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2 Responses May 21, 2012

I love how you wrote it like you're speaking to someone. Kinda romeo style lol.

This is nice and powerful. Well driven and delivered. It certainly touches upon certain aspects of your life at some point with a raw for of emotion. That's where the best poetics come from...., deep within our souls.<br />
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You'll find the gentle soul you seek.