POETRY – FREEVERSE

Here, in the chambers of my madness, I am showered by my decadence. The weight of my arrogance bears heavily on my soul, dropping me to my knees, beaten and shallow.
The eyes of my damnation have opened. From its lips, a howl is released that cringes the wicked.

In a fleeting moment….

I believed someone wanted to hear what I had to say.
Believing I had something worthy of saying.

For a moment….

I believed my words could inspire and ignite,
Yet they are daunt and douse.
I believed my words could teleport you from drab and mundane,
to the majestic and climatic

For a moment….

I believed I was good enough to defend the faith, which gives us breath
I believed I was that breath, filling the lungs of the passionate.

For a moment…
I believed the faces of the slain would fade,
Yet I drift deeper into a sea of their weeping souls.
Believing I was strong enough to let go of the things that bind me.
Though I await sadness to draw life that remains….leaving me hollow.

Bound by lunacy’s chains, I am danging in its web, screaming…
Liberating my sanity as I stare into the fright and pain.
Knowing I can’t let go of the hope … of grace.

For my fortitude must be unwavering.
If I’m lucky, my courage will be limitless

Yet, I must be careful, for I hope for….
For it might destroy it all.

Yes, I must be careful …
For it might destroy me.

In the twilight of this revelation, I slump, weakened…
for I am dying.
From my lifeless lips, I speak Passion’s name
Breaking the chains, I rise untouched by the flames of Madness.

holding on to the dream that I’m powerful enough
Powerful enough to scribe in lines of the destined.
Wise enough to scribe the words that will bring us home.
Strong enough to wield the words that will bind our drifting souls.

Bringing us to a place we all belong, united and strong
A place where our words cast out the darkness that sometimes fills our hearts.

Yet, I must be careful about what I long for….
Careful for what I yearn for ….
I might get things I don’t want

Yet, I pray hear you my plea

Just before the dawn of this …
Epiphany of Madness