Delirious

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Delirious

As the tears flow, her mind has wandered off into a dark shell

She has started hallucinating and her well being life denies her access every time…

Access to happiness without interruption or corruption of the mind

She can’t think straight, she can’t see straight as if intoxicated by her infidelity

In a crowd filled with ecstasy,

Everyone under the influence as much as she,

Created in her mind everything rapidly floods through on to the plains of life,

She reminiscence of birds chirping, kids skipping, water splashing

Then memories of torment deluge her mind, quickly solaced by delusional and fictive promises and her busted vindictive plans to halt her reality

Obliquity, yes she has departed from mortality

Instantly all alone as the full moon fills the midnight sky

Asking herself what has happened to the room filled with Satan’s pride

She has flown above all the dread and hatred in her life only to subdue her smiles

She cries out, but yet no one hears her momental screeches

As she drowns herself on one of the islands most luscious beaches

In which she has cast herself away to

Hidden in the sheets of sand upon the shore

She’s yearning for her pastor’s speeches

Is she mad?

Has she gone crazy?

Could it be, yes indeed, she’s delirious

Delirious in her wannabe dreams

Dreams that she has been awaken from in the past

With late night beads of sweat dripping from her forehead

A nightmare that she has been stirred from

Or was it a nightmare to she?

A horrendous faith to be consoled from

A faith that needed be sealed from life’s formality

Numb

She lies awake but un-awakened and unmoved to society

Left only to believe it was just a dream

She searches the room for clues, signs of what her night was really like

Just a dream lost in the light

Awaiting dreams

New dreams

That come out to play at night

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jam4muzic commented on Delirious

08-10-2009

I like it. the way you described it and made me visualize everything. =). Good job. And thanks for reading mine

slssantiago

08/12/2009

Thanks and you're welcome! :)

Poetry comes nearer to vital truth than history.

Plato (BC 427-BC 347) Greek philosopher.

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