Poem -
Softly Gone Mad
Good looks
Charm
Playing dominoes
On days
So hot
So warm
Nights of indulgence
Whole days in bed
Endless possibilities
Locked inside
Your head
Dreams
Turned to screams
Love
To hatred
A prisoner
Of your fame
Into the mirror you stared
Shaved your eyebrows
And hair
You couldn't have cared
Isolated
Alienated
On stage you calmly
Put down your guitar
Then painted yourself
Into a corner
On your
Striped
Rough floor
Fame
Acid reign
Slowly driven insane
A nice dream
Turned bad
Eloquently
Delicately
Softly
Gone mad
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I think your work stands out to me because we speak the same language
while most around me can not derive any meaning from my attempts to communicate
Thank you for reading and leaving feed back Twilla. I will have to stop by your page for a read.
Take care - Syd
Thank You, Syd ?
Fame or notoriety is never as wonderful as it appears, and one is often lost or confused by the attention
A tragically beautiful painting of words.
John
Yes John I agree. It was a sad ending for poor Syd. Thanks for reading and leaving feed back. Appreciated.
- Syd
I always think that I’d go mad if I became famous.....thought provoking read and enjoyed xx ❤️
Thank you Lucy. Yes me too, I'm halfway there already. I'm glad you enjoyed the poem
- Syd
So many claim that they'd love to become rich and famous.
But would they, really?
Paparazzi following you around taking pictures everywhere you go.
No privacy.
Author Stephen King said the worst mistake he ever made was doing a commercial spot for American Express in the 80's.
Why? Because then everyone knew what he looked like afterward and most hadn't before.
We need to be careful what we wish for.
We just might get it!
Nice writing as always, Syd.
~Dean ?
“Like” ☺️
Hi Dean thank you for feedback, I never knew that about Stephen King. It must be very intrusive if you're not an attention seeking person.
Take care - Syd
Yep, that comment came straight from the horse's mouth so to speak, Syd.
You're very welcome.
~Dean :)