The Night of Pepper
BY GEORGIE.W
I fear I am going insane,
Crazy! Bonkers! Positively mad!
Am I in Wonderland?
The mind crushing numbness on top the stairs,
I so desperately claw out my head,
Is only replaced by the bitter, explosive, jarred sadness,
Settled in the stomach, new and strange,
The tears are scarce as I’m clutching my head,
Distraught, contorted mouth, gaping wide,
And in anguish, the pain I feel shuddering,
Suddenly stops.
At stop the mad, dark, desperation comes anew,
A crushing hopelessness, a tight stomach,
But void of feeling just of horror,
All I can do stare in what you call disbelief,
At the slanted wall of twisted light against dark,
What a wonderful depiction,
I realise now safe in daylight, my eyes can see,
It’s not the shadow or figure over there,
That gives me a start, a fright, a scare,
No, now it’s the mind of which I inhabit.
I dip slowly into madness,
Big smile and large gestures,
Oh look! It’s Pepper! Oh let us weep!
Pepper the strange, the sleepless, the mad,
She has come to take my hand,
To lead me down a twisted, odd road I did not know,
If only Dillen! If only Alex!
Do they hear my cries? Or the cackle of Pepper?
The snap of bones beneath our feet?
Screams, the turmoil, the trees want death,
The road had been tread,
By the privileged bored, oh the fed!
The rocking and the shouts,
The whitewashed rooms of doubt,
Where we are? No sign to tell,
But the previously fell,
Into madness I descent, I go,
The road less travelled, oh but it’s low!
At the seabed! Calcium and death, fossils and theft.
You may think or ponder how did this begin?
Self inflicted misery, you see,
In my head spinning out of control,
Only deeply negative or twisted, mad smiles.
This was the night I followed Pepper.