A Little Peice Has Died

[rabid reader]

Walking through the hallowed halls
That line my mind. Dimly lit,
So my shadow crawls
Subservient to my mind; unfit.
And I shall walk into a room
That holds a lock to an open
Hatch. The lock just sits beside a broom
In a haggard state beside an open
Can, that is found to be filled
With plenty of keys. Keys that
Would hold something that had killed
Part of me. In guard of the can, a cat.
The ancient protector; one unkind.
It hissed and clawed, and scratched
At the floor. Making me defensive of my find.
I wanted to find the open hatch
So I can lock away the criminal
My mind had let loose. “Cry shame!”
Hissed the dreadful cat, its waste of breathe minimal.
It developed hands to help prey on his game,
It wielded the broom that became a sabre.
It became the madman that wished me dead.
And it swung its blade with little labour.
To which its grazed my surprised head.
I collapsed on the floor, wishing
That I could keep my mind my home. Yet it
Fell upon my injured soul, dishing
A medicine, to humble me fit.
As I bleed on the floor that’s now foreign
Land. I kiss it as if bidding farewell.
I see the monster ravage my land and my accomplishments like corn.
Yet, I realize that in my silent Hell,
What I give is a lifeless soul.
For my eyes,
To lookers by,
Will only show, voided holes.

[rabid reader]

As I quietly weep,
At everything I have built.
The time I have spent,
As the fruits begin to wilt.
The future was my sanities keep.
But where I kept it, seems lost.
That failure is my guilt.
My cluelessness is it’s cost.

What is it I can do?
This has always been the plan
I have nothing left to dream.
No one left to love, not one fan.
My mother and everyone knew
This was where I was going.
Now that it’s lost I could scream!
Now where am I going.

[rabid reader]

As I quietly weep,
At everything I have built.
The time I have spent,
As the fruits begin to wilt.
The future was my sanities keep.
But where I kept it, seems lost.
That failure is my guilt.
My cluelessness is it’s cost.

What is it I can do?
This has always been the plan
I have nothing left to dream.
No one left to love, not one fan.
My mother and everyone knew
This was where I was going.
Now that it’s lost I could scream!
Now where am I going.
Does anyone know if this rhyming scheme is a common one?A,B,C,B,A,D,C,D. It just seemed so natural when I was writing this. I would also apprecaite any comments on them.

[rabid reader]

This one is a little different in style, a lot more direct and a little more vulgar then I usually allow myself, but I wrote what I was feeling.

Realisation
Suddenly my mind opens.
This light shining in, what does it mean?
I sit here, I feel the liberation,
Yet I am overwhelmed with confusion.
It doesn’t seem as fun,
As, sexual as I had been told.
I sit, I know and yet in my…
I’m still lost, confused?
No, not confused, I am lost.
This feeling, clouds my judgement
Struggling to find my indefinite reason.
Whatever happened to that?
Comes and goes with my fluctuating sanity.
And yet I know, one thing.
One constant, constant.
One a mathematician creams over.
Not an imaginary one that Einstein dreamt of.
No, there is only one truth, that I still own.
This is love.