Broken Conscience
A Poem About Madness
Attention spreading wider now
To everything I see
Taking in the sights around
For something within me
Because right now there's nothing there
There's nothing left inside
Except my broken conscience
Behind which I cannot hide
Hide from all my memories
The pain in which I drown
I fear their reoccurrence
And thus by that fear, I'm bound
To the terror of recalling
The dreams lost within my mind
And surcease from endless torture
I have long since sought to find
But this broken, useless conscience
Gives no sturdy shield to me
So on again I march alone
Besieged by misery
About the Creator
Maia Gadwall the metAlchemist
I fell in love with speculative fiction and poetry many years ago, but I have precious little time to write any. Then, I went crazy and started a cult called metAlchemy, or meta alchemy. I revere energy of all brands, esp. good, kind chaos.
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So lonely