deage

Was flicking through my old journals the other night and found one of the first poems I ever wrote. I have only showed 2 people this poem but with the internet being what it is I decided I would like to share it with you all. I must have been around 15/16 when I wrote this which is wierd, cause what I remember about my childhood is that it was quite good, I mean I wouldn't say that I was depressed, unhappy or morbid in any way, at least no more than an average teenager. Anyway enough rambling and onto the poem.


MELODY OF MADNESS

Tell me why I can not sleep,
though night enfolds me like a warm summer night
and the slow drone of the dying is my lullaby.
My head rests uneasily on your tombstone
which was carved by deaths own minions.
Curse you tormented soul!
Oh how you mock me with such subtelty
I was blinded by your innocence
and burned by your compassion.
Comfort me now, hear my plea
You, who would sing my eulogy
Or you, who would light my pyre.
No, you have all left me.
I will embrace my madness
like a Mother and her child.
Insanity will caress me like a lover should
And I will feel the pain no more.
A choice between madness or sadness.
Madness.Madness
Blackness
A deep darkness
A pitch black madness
Sadness.Loneliness
Is MY Madness.

I really do not know what I was going through when I wrote this - maybe my girlfriend broke up with me or something just as stupid. I was always over exagerating things. I think I was a little too emotional back then, but maybe I still am....I don't know, I'm just rambling on here at the moment so I think I had better stop.

Till next time......