Cracked

Breaking out in a cold sweat –
I sit silently,
trying to keep myself from screaming;
wanting desperately to scream.

Emotions sink deep in me –
shaking my being.
They wear masks I cannot envision,
when I, in turn, adorn them.

Rocking on the very edge –
forward over the
jagged cliffs below and up and back
against the black cold stoned wall.

Music echoes in my head –
ringing in deaf ears
that bleed from too much explosive noise;
pounding endlessly in me.

A jumbled mess of a life
that I can’t control –
clenching my warn teeth, I hide behind
a busy world of bondage.

Written September 18, 2009

NOTATION:

This is one of my favorites poems of my own poetry… I suppose because it was one of the most honest of myself at that time. I was also successful in using syllables repeatedly from stanza to stanza. The first few stanzas it occurred naturally and then when I got to the last two stanzas I had to do some adjusting. 
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I believe one of the most fulfilling feelings is when you look at your own work and it just feels right. I have not accomplished that feeling with all of my writing, that is for sure… but this one does make me nod in approval. :o)