Rhythmic Rumblings of Possible Madness
Thoughts relentlessly raid with resounding rhymes,
rippling waves of randomly rotating words
drown out any common sense left in my mind.
Haze of insanity hovers around me
covering my mind with a pervading throb;
how can I cling to primal reality?
If there is a profundity taking place,
I’ve missed the meaning and message of such truth.
Overwhelming clanging fills my mental space.
Losing my mind in pieces, parts and phases;
I live through each minute dazed and exhausted.
I positively believe I’m half crazy.
Unquestionably captured, caught in a trap;
the rumbling only ceases when I speak out loud.
With slipping and stumbling, when will my mind snap?
Thoughts relentlessly raid with resounding rhymes,
rippling waves of randomly rotating words
drown out any common sense left in my mind.
Haze of insanity hovers around me
covering my mind with a pervading throb;
how can I cling to primal reality?
If there is a profundity taking place,
I’ve missed the meaning and message of such truth.
Overwhelming clanging fills my mental space.
Losing my mind in pieces, parts and phases;
I live through each minute dazed and exhausted.
I positively believe I’m half crazy.
Unquestionably captured, caught in a trap;
the rumbling only ceases when I speak out loud.
With slipping and stumbling, when will my mind snap?
Intended form: 5 tercets with an a-b-a rhyme scheme (near rhyme used in some places), 11 syllables in each line, with the use of alliteration, assonance, and consonance.
© Copyright 2011 Karen M. Crump
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