Within me I drop the stone of thought
It falls and tumbles
Though when it hits I hear naught
My reality stumbles
That change in mind that is hard to define
A feeling from afar
Dark wonders glass walls within confine
Shattered and ajar
Ripples of lost sanity or waves of clarity
Drinking the kool aid
Believing in my own mental prosperity
Self deluded and played
Oh the reflection that peers back at me
Smiling a wrinkled grin
Dark lost mind that thing I set free
Amassing endless sin
Dark eyed alabaster skin that shapes my day
Petrified reason held fast
Djinn worded wish breeds only dismay
Sane thought was my last
So shrieks the echo filled halls of mind
Self treasonous wretch
Reaching for any lock that I can find
Reason willed to fetch
Dried whirlpools of tears have gone away
Glimmering light is in sight
Rubbing my eyes and clearing dismay
Perhaps not quite the fright
Sanity has not fled and hope had not died
Shackles return and lock
Glee returns as to myself I have lied
Mere seconds on the clock
Another mental crisis averted in dreams
I'm normal and calm
No longer exploding mental seams
Status quo is the balm
@dwinblood commentary - I am an H.P. Lovecraft fan. I like supernatural and psychological horror. It shouldn't be surprising that this makes my tales often have such a flavor. This began as me thinking simply of the two word phrase "Dark Thoughts" and seeing where it would lead me. This is usually how I make poetry. I like for it to be spontaneous. If I edit and think about my poem for hours before publishing it I am certain I will think it and edit it to death. I don't even try. This means sometimes I make something great, and other times it is just there. In some rare moments I fill inspired and I hit some zone. When I look back after those moments at what I wrote it doesn't even look like I am looking at something I wrote. I like that feeling. So if I have a hint I want to take a stab at poetry, I come here and use this account. I decided perhaps I'd add commentary to some of it.