...Layers of Insanity...

In my desire to be structured

I watch my buildings fall down

and my bridges burn

firey planks to places

I should have gone

yet my diversion

inevitable

I watch my corners of solace

fill with chaos

screaming and shrill

My creations spontaneously combust

as I sit in a cold draft

at an ice glass table

Praying for the next

interruption

to set me straight

and then

I can escape through the portal

once more...

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Carole Anzolletti 3 years ago from The Phantom Queen's Labyrinth Author

Awesome to read this, thank you!


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Anna Haven 3 years ago from Scotland

This poem speaks volumes of where we dream to be but also of where we willingly find ourselves. I am sure many people can relate to it, skillfully done.


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Carole Anzolletti 3 years ago from The Phantom Queen's Labyrinth Author

SiberianWolf, such a lovely user name as well....yes, beautiful sadness - what life seems to be made of. An eternal dance of sorrow and joy, sadness and love. Captured forever in words. Thank you.


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SiberianWolf 3 years ago from MidWest

a beautiful sadness here... a reminder that what we want is always what we need... and what we need, isn't always what we want... layers of insanity indeed... poetry as this plays like a short film in my head... Nice!

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