Insanity Rising

Shadows run darkling,
twisting and skittering through
a psyche
scared of light.
Latching onto fragments
of song
and fractured memories.

Where is their shepherd?
Why has he abandoned his charges,
leaving shadows to be
consumed
by dark.

Perhaps he too has
heard the call.
The sanguine sounding
of the amaranthine will.
Calling denizens of my mind
to war.

Sound and
silence.
Light and the absence thereof
collide.
Slivers of cacophony
and
phrases of color
are the offspring of conflict.
Insanity is the war-child
product of a mind's behemoth strife.

Clothed in genius She rises,
her nascent glory still shrouded
by fragments of her rocky birth.
Insanity rising,
spread forth your midnight wings.
Cover me in your shadow
and at long last
give

me

peace.