Paranoia – Sestina

 

 

Reflections show a shattered withered life,

while peering through suspicious sleepless tears.

Dark hopes of white lines chase false fears -

relieving pains the mornings always give.

Nonchalant lies brings forth abandoned trust -

confusing love, so run fast as you can.

 

Hands trembling, unable to pop a beer can;

aware this has become part of that life.

Internal voices shouting words to trust -

imagined visions haunt spent salty tears.

Neglecting life for thrills the sharp points give,

forgetting all those secret doubts and fears.

 

Another day presents recurring fears;

play trickery on you because they can.

Insanely living – nothing seems to give. 

Surreal surprise to your short precious life;

not hearing pleas from loved one’s painful tears,

’cause there is no one you would ever trust.

 

Saliva aliens hold you in trust -

to scare away unwanted mental fears;

which breaks you down and brings forth screaming tears.

Are you aware the only one who can

save you from paranoid unnerving life:

do you know any one whose love would give?

 

There comes a time that something has to give,

perhaps your inability to trust.

You see small men in trees critique your life,

awake the darkest nightmares of your fears.

Go ahead, do all the white lines you can -

burn mucus raw – enough to bring on tears.

 

Disjointed twisted thoughts allow dry tears  

to flow,  deflect the sympathy I give.-

Detox the brain – but ponder if you can;

which voice in your head do you truly trust?

Sweat dripping off your brow – all due to fears,

encroaching your space, a disrupted life.

 

Your paranoia tears can darken life.

Give time a chance to heal invented fears;

if you can, change your life, believe in trust.

 

 

☮TheMsLvh © 2011

 submitted to d’Verse - Poets United

painting by MariaBurd

 For A. & M.

 

Sestinas are a poetic tour-de-force which takes skill to create and a subtle ear for the sound of language to keep from seeming contrived or stilted.The sestina repeats the initial six end-words of the first stanza through the remaining five six-line stanzas, and then ends in a three-line envoi. The lines may be of any length, though traditionally a sestina is set in iambic pentameter.

1. ABCDEF
2. FAEBDC
3. CFDABE
4. ECBFAD
5. DEACFB
6. BDFECA
7. (envoi) ECA or ACE

The envoi, sometimes known as the tornada, must also include the remaining three end-words, BDF, in the course of the three lines so that all six recurring words appear in the final three lines. In place of a rhyme scheme, the sestina relies on end-word repetition to effect a sort of rhyme.

This information was found at Poets.org

 

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Setting Sun

   This was inspired by watching the damage caused by hard drugs. The rise of drug use in my area has stolen many young lives recently. Perhaps you also  have witnessed this on your local news. Without insurance of their own or parents, kids are being lost.  There are little to no recourses for these kids when they do cry for help. Everyone cannot afford Betty Ford or Malibu in U.S.A.  Prison might be their only survival, but then, prisons are over-filled,  full of nasty drugs as well.

SETTING SUN

Each morning’s painful breath you took,

your body screamed -

addiction gleamed.

Sharp points and rusty spoons; you cook.

 

To rid the touch of crawling skin,

hot needle prick -

perhaps get sick.

Warm rush cements the deadly sin.

 

A long exhale - all worries drain;

erase torment,

without lament.

Your precious scars walk deep in vein.

 

As pain subsides from tender soul,

the prophets cry -

to watch you fly.

The needle swept you in a hole.

 

First glimpse of sun ignites the crave,

as pain returns -

the stomach churns.

Ignoring death’s note etched on grave.

 

Collapsing veins of rivers gone,

in search for new -

within eye’s view.

Dead lines depict a lifestyle drawn.

 

Sad eyes with black holes blindly stray,

to be so lost -

at such a cost.

Their struggle sickens by the day.

 

The needle and the damage done,

Neil Young once wrote -

a famous quote:

“A junkie’s like a setting sun.”

 

_TheMsLvh   © 2011

Image source: The Grantham Journal

submitted to The Sunday Whirl #16

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