Mind Madness

eyes

 I feel the pressure in my mind

The flashing spikes I fear

Making it all unclear

As the constant bind:

Tears at me,

Across me,

Into me.

Cushions cover up my skull

Hiding the pressing source

Suppressing the inner force

Hitting me sharp and dull:

Like a great bell,

Clanging hell,

Not so well.

Then it all goes clear

I can hear the clarity

Hear your vulgarity

A stage of no fear:

Like droplets

In a quiet pond,

Of this I’m fond

Please do not release the bond.

That brings the ringing back again.

About Lindsay Craik

Writer & Poet Poetry, plays and short stories
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