~Bitter sweet now turns to sour~.
They deemed her insane
Again and again
Having no understanding
Of the thoughts inside her brain
Something sinister they say
Nothing left that's pure
Locked her away
A pill there only cure
A storm brew one night
Shutting down their power
Turning out the lights
Bitter sweet now turns to sour
Clicking of the clock
Fine tuning of the hour
they were about to pay
~ insane i heard them say
The long corridor
It which she stayed
Shadowed by windy tree's
Clashing in the rain
Thoughts of insanities
Caused her heart such pain
About to leave her mark
Removing of their stain's
Pulling out the insanities
Deep inside their brains
Once white corridor
Now spattered crimson red
In honour of all the voice's
Deep inside her head
All had fallen victim
To the horrible words they said
Sitting amongst their bodies
Everyone of them now dead
If only they could understand
The corridor still white
Not red.
Nardine Sanderson 16/04/2015
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Wow sis, enjoyed the twists and turns in this write; has a surreal quality to it as well....talk about 'turning the tables!' the victim lashing out at the tormentors, a dark, tasty dish....curious where this one come from....very intriguing and riveting read
Heya bro, glad you like it,
i have no idea where it came from, the storm may have conjured it up
i think its because some people don't try to understand others, and we are all created differently, just imagine being alone in the world, totally miss understood by those around, being labelled different isn't so bad but insane,
did you know that way back when, poetry spoken or written was an illness of the mind
and those who broke the shitty law and expressed themselves emotional were insane
isn't that itself insane to say, in this day and age haha being a poet kicks ass ;)
love you bro xoxo nardine