In Bed with Schizophrenia Edit 1, trueenigma

[billy]

just an odd nit. is there such a word as doldrum, i always thought of it as doldrums? i wondered if we would be more entertaining than i, given the subject matter. the rhyme scheme works well and feels unobtrusive, wasn't keen on the last two line in the third stanza, together they feel a bit forced. maybe the last line is too expected.

thanks for the read.

This madness never knows it’s mind, nor tempts me with it’s sanity. its
I live beside the constant cliff, the sleep-fall step; the rising flood i like the c's and s sounds. a good image of being on the edge.
makes sweat from fear. This is the way of doldrum day
and pointless night.

I turn towards unfocussed walls and slip the knot that tethers me;
then having loosed the Golden Cord I shuffle off the hangman’s hood
that kept me calm. Freed falcon, now, a bird of prey,
I take to flight. i like the feel of astral travelling and how it juxtaposes with the title

Dark air beneath, above me… void; in wind-rushed circles, I am free
but for the wing that brushes close! The binding twin’s familiar blood
that pumps through me (a heartless pulse in corpse of clay),
will bleed me white.

So madness writes another play, another grasped reality.
I cannot hold on long enough to grip a dream, I never could
that transit make into the day. In feared false dawns we slide away
back to our plight.

Tectak
2013