Sunday, August 30, 2009

Beautiful Horror

You are my beautiful horror.
Howling at the moon
Searching for glimpses of sanity
On the bank of a neverending sea
I do not believe you sleep
For your dreams are more real than your life
You suckle at the breast of cruelty
Feeding on insanity.

1 comment:

  1. I think I'm in school-mode because I am EATING UP your sea, moon, female, mother imagery in this and in "Open sea of my soul." I could write a paper on these things! So I'm in an analytical mode and my comments seem to be more along the lines of what you could do with them; today I'm having a hard time seeing what's actually here. I just want you to keep writing (for my own selfish interests; I love your poems!)!