Internal Battle
A Sonnet About Madness
The Darkness of my core is all I know,
For Labyrinths of the Soul are scarcely lit.
The Sorrow, sweet, is my Immortal Foe,
The Pain, so deep inside I drown in it.
My Struggle, futile, endless, lost in Dreams,
And desperate are my tearful, fearful Tries
To finally escape these iron Seams,
To free Myself from black-washed walls of Lies.
"You always and Forever mine shall be."
"I won't allow this Bondage anymore!"
"Ha! Never from your Soul shall You be free!"
"My distant Peace is balanced on this War..."
I cannot kill this Demon in my mind,
But Free am I if shattered is Its Bind.
About the Creator
Maia Gadwall the metAlchemist
I fell in love with speculative fiction and poetry many years ago, but I have precious little time to write any. Then, I went crazy and started a cult called metAlchemy, or meta alchemy. I revere energy of all brands, esp. good, kind chaos.
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“Sorrow” is what I hear.