beast of the mind
overthinking
I long for peace, but silence deafens me, wars wage behind my eyes.
I let it consume me, the wild rage, yet a smile on my face.
As I dance with the intangible beast, I cannot decide who I despise.
Every word spoken on every sleepless night, whispering my slow demise.
I clench my fists, and the smile fades, leaving teardrops in its place.
I long for peace, but silence deafens me, wars wage behind my eyes.
It claws at my stomach and squeezes my lungs, growing in size.
I fight the urge to scream, knowing I may only rest in one's embrace.
As I dance with the intangible beast, I cannot decide who I despise.
I feel it in my chest, the wild rage in which I can no longer disguise,
I struggle, writhing to break free from the cage, of leather and of lace.
I long for peace, but the silence deafens me, wars wage behind my eyes.
It feels like a battle with no end in sight, but eventually I do realize,
War is a dance of balance, between light and dark, time and space.
As I dance with the intangible beast, I cannot decide who I despise.
The fog that clouds my rationale, may dissipate with Sun's rise.
But on the edge I’ll wait again, for that burning fire to plead its case.
I long for peace, but the silence deafens me, wars wage behind my eyes.
As I dance with the intangible beast, I cannot decide who I despise.
About the Creator
Kara Walbek
Writing is my way of unravelling myself, of revealing my subconscious, of rebelling against the grain of who I was told to be, of becoming who I am beneath the surface, of surviving.
Keep reading
More stories from writers in Poets and other communities.
The Dryads are Calling
They say the forest by Phoenix River sings. Perhaps it is just the wind howling through the leaves, or a particular birdsong. But Percy Fisher knows better; he knows what lies in those woods, and he knows that the forest sings of his demise.
By Leigh Hooperabout 11 hours ago in Fiction
Comments (5)
Your villanelle moves like a wounded heartbeat - steady, aching, unforgettable. The war behind the eyes, the dance with the intangible beast, the search for peace in silence… you captured the struggle with haunting grace. Truly a stunning piece.
Love this villanelle!
Your imagery of dancing with the intangible beast is stunning, it perfectly conveys the push-pull of inner turmoil.
You captured the intense feeling of that "beast of the mind" so vividly, especially the contrast between the smile on your face and the "wars wage behind my eyes." Recognizing that the battle is also a dance of balance shows great insight. I hope the fog dissipates quickly and the sunrise brings you the peace you long for. Congratulations on your Top Story!
So tired of all the wars and stupid leaders, they clog the soul, Great poem.