The animal cry claws at the flesh
of the blank wall .
It's like rage that loses its cool .
Psychiatry you're a collector of souls.
You pretend to make fish without eyes
believe that the aquarium is a theory of reality
behind a border of barbed compassion...
But the Barbie doll doesn't know passion .
Psychiatry you give reason to masks
that think they are faces ,
both sides of a same farce ...
Madness is but a long dream
filled with inscrutable slumbers ...
I once , desired,loved ,
and even prayed,
before that first blood so blue .
Scream my spirit of crime !
People always kill over
a misunderstanding .
The dawn is so unbearable
with its mixture of rotting flesh
and burnt coffee smell ...
I silenced only the echo of a voice
but not the cry ...
Psychiatry absolve your son of this sin
and grant me remission for this birth.
I have to earn my story
and the gaze of a mourning dog,
who remains faithful to me...
It's a cry trapped in a painting ,
spat out by a nutcase .
Sepulchral sky drowned
in a sea of sulfuric chaos ...
The cloud of ash approaching ...
Raking over the shame of the past .
The cry will continue to live on ...
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Author:
lorenz (Pseudonym) (
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Comments2
This poem leave the feeling of harsh and destructive forces combing over a placid world. Nicely done Lorenz
A erratic vulcano ready to erupt under this placid world ...
Expressive, philosophical poem. The cry here resounds as a symbol of inner truth that cannot be silenced.
The cry continues to live on because we are condemned to hear it .
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