by Krista   Oct 17, 2011

Abandoned by the doubtful strength, left to hide away in that small, insignificant corner of the room.
The music rages on like a freight train through the black night, but the voices are louder.
The small whispers of hopelessness and misdirection;
tauntings of the bleak light at the end of the infinite tunnel.
Labels pirouette through the thoughts, invading with their cruel dance,
the last memories of summer nights.

The sadness drags you down, legs melting into the floor,
pulling down further into that black pit.
The whispers turn into screams too loud to block out or
ignore in this final moment of madness.

Then suddenly, the light breaks through:
the screams and taunts cease, and the lights seem brighter.
Joy overtakes the sad feelings, the euphoric sense of "everything is going to be okay."
Among the stolen voices and blind eyes, you remain the crazy one down the hall.
Sirens fall back into the night, bringing peace
to the hall of memories lingering through the
minds of the lost and the helpless.


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  • 6 years ago

    by Exostosis

    Must agree with everyone. Vividity is splendid, alluring, an array of throbbing despair against misbound hope. There is a light at the end of every tunnel - Justified.

  • 6 years ago

    by Lonely Rider

    I loved the imagery... dark and intense ... powerful description ... a haunting write which Ifelt even after I finished reading the poem. well written

  • 6 years ago

    by Sylvia

    Brings back vivid images and memories of what were called insane asylums years ago. To see the patients in such pain and agony, then all of sudden they became calm as if hope had returned to them. Well done.

  • 6 years ago

    by nourayasmine

    That is pure, Krista. So wonderfully penned.

  • 6 years ago

    by TJ Arizona Eagle

    Krista, this left me speechless the pain and sadness penned is so real and so vivid. Flashes of things flood my mind of times I have experienced such chaos.
    You haven't lost your touch, this is a magnificent piece