Deeper

[Medea]

Red waves and deep jade pools play with my mind as I stare into space.

Reaching, I can't grasp the taunting image calling to my wayward thoughts.

My wandering mind gets lost among the curling tendrils of smoky resistance

That entreat me to reach out again and find the solid reality beneath.

"Beneath the thick layers of insanity real to the masses,

Beneath the replicated emotions forced by conformity,

There will be found the truth."

But the madness is deep, easier to become than to return from.

I don't know if I'll be able to reach again without the strain becoming too much.

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I wrote this while distracted in Honors English. It's one of the few of my old poems I still like. Care to comment?

[Brenda Starrr]

I think it's pretty damned cool. I would have done something like that myself.