Memories of Sanity

[Dark Muse]

Memories of Sanity

While others think back
upon lost childhood
and forgotten innocence,
dwelling into that realm
of bittersweet nostalgia
for that which can never
be returned to, I
search through the
catacombs of my mind
for a single moment
of pure untinged
sanity.

Was there such a time?
Of course they say
our memories are all lies,
our past is a fiction our
brain writes to appease
what we desire to remember,
so how can I than believe
thoughts already so contorted
and twisted, turning
like a serpents horde
around themselves.

A mist, a veil of illusion
is cast over the eyes,
but if I could grab onto
just one single moment
when I wasn't filled with
invisible ghosts, whether
it be real or imaginary,
meant as a mockery
or a taunt, I ask myself,
as so many whom wish
they could catch the fireflies
of their youth and unspoiled
dreams, would I want to return
back to that time when madness
did not appear like time worn
yellow stains upon a photograph,
creeping along the edge,
ever drawing nearer to the
center?

Sadly I sigh in understanding
that I do not envy those
days, if I were sane I would
have to face the world that
everyone else sees, and I would
feel some need to engage
upon societies stage
and paint my face while baring
the chains of drudgery.

I am free, a bird uncaged,
not without a small price to
pay, disillusionment and
dementia do not come without
a fee, but for all that I wish I
could, for dreams that come
with fractures, I never would
have even seen if I subscribed to
the standard reality.

[Jesterhead]

I like this free verse poem. you could follow through you feelings with very describtive imagery and emotions. It was very dark and showed clear position towards the norm of society. People living in the past and thinking about happy days.

our memories are all lies,
our past is a fiction our
brain writes to appease
what we desire to remember,
so how can I then believe
thoughts already so contorted
and twisted, turning
like a serpents horde
around themselves.

It is very true that we oppress unhappy feelings of our past and only seize to remember what we want to, which makes it a lie, and how can we believe in a past that we only remember fractions of

back to that time when madness
did not appear like time worn
yellow stains upon a photograph,
creeping along the edge,
ever drawing nearer to the
center?

yellow stains, is that the madness appears false which creeps closer and closer to reality?

I think this was a very enjoyable read.

[Dark Muse]

Thank you! I am glad you enjoyed it!

[hillwalker]

Another brilliantly macabre piece, DM - a confident statement from someone willingly embracing their madness; content with their insanity.

I particularly love the two phrases -

'the fireflies of their youth' and 'dreams that come with fractures'

Challenging and courageous as usual.

[Dark Muse]

Thank you!

[hillwalker]

DM - I couldn't help noticing in passing how many blog entries you had accumulated when you wrote this poem.
Is there something you are not telling us?

[Dark Muse]

OMG LOL I did not even notice I reached that number yet, I was waiting for it so I could clelebrate, but now I am going to be sad when I have to post another blog.

[MorpheusSandman]

It seems to me that your work is getting better and better, DM. This is definitely one of your best pieces. It has a wonderful, laid-back rhythm that's conversational and engaging but never lacking in poetic potency. The images and similes are superb, I especially enjoyed the "yellow stains upon a photograph". If I were to offer any constructive criticism it would simply be I think the piece could be tidied up a bit. The last three stanzas get a bit repetitive and disconnected from the rest, but it's relatively minor.

[Dark Muse]

Thank you very much, I am glad you enjoyed this one, I was quite proud of it when I finished it.

[Bar22do]

DM, this is fine, highly poetical, not easy to "digest" though (which too is an achievement), while so interestingly blurring the line between "normality" and "madness" for the sake of self-chosen reality. You're becoming more and more free with your style and are speaking with an uncompromising voice! Much to be proud of. A very good poem (even if I too would suggest a bit of tidying).
Thank you Dark. Bar

[Dark Muse]

Thank you very much!