Manic

You with the dark parts and the dark art

Whose dark heart once ripped apart

Gets smart and finally starts to grow

And the new flow where you roll shows soul

no control, and I know

Beyond your skin deep down below

There are shadowed places you don’t even go

Open wounds that won’t close

Upon the page within your prose

I want to know where it goes at night

When you’re lying in bed under moonlight

Highlights trace the dark side of your face

As you wait to sleep and waste away in the keep

Of the demons that dance and shriek

You writhe and squirm like a freak you twist and turn

In the burn of a fire that swallows you whole

You fight for the light and dream of letting go

In a ballroom ballet you cling to your madness

Completed by the love you feel for your sadness

The way it hurts you now gives you pleasure

And the ugliest memories you have come to treasure

Weight and measure, unbalanced and broken

Haunted head you remain unspoken instead to wed

The pale lover you find

In the comfort and familiarity of your own kind

Blind, unrefined,

Subtlety murdered by a killer who leaves no clues behind

Though I think we both are very aware

Hesitant to give it life, so less we speak and more we stare

Now the years have been butterfly wings

In a fast forward life that continues to sting

Like a dragon sized bee impaled through the chest

At best without guess I can see you’re a mess but you’re blessed

with a gift yet you fear a resolve

You fear a closure

You long for the attention yet you dread the exposure

Get composure and get on your feet

Do battle with Hell and die before you retreat

For the death you will endure save the victory you celebrate

You skate, take shape, then escape from the hate you’ve grown to love

You stand on the edge awaiting a shove

In your breathless fall as you plunge to the ground

Angels will catch you and softly … set you down.



~*~Shawn Catherine Fisher ~*~


A dark poem, I know. It is where I’m at these days. My therapist tells me that it will get worse before it gets better. I find that very scary. I do not want to get so low that I can’t get back up.

"Doing battle with Hell."   Win or lose, I need this to get better soon.