Recollections

Does anyone know
where sanity goes
when the voices
cry out in the silence?
And all that you knew
has been proven untrue
but the blood and the pain
and the violence.
If there ever was time
to collect what is mine
it’s a long time ago
I am certain.
The reward I desired
was consumed in the fire
when the gods up on high
dropped the curtain.
And don’t ever presume
that your life will resume
when insanity passes
with morning.
For the shadows hold fast
to the present and past
when love disappears
without warning.

Jenny Gordon
Ah, it appears as if carelessly splattered on the page, yet subtly very cleverly rhymed internally it recklessly flows too beautifully. Fantastic. The concluding line is haunting. I hate to discuss the theme. Superbly eloquent on a horrible theme. Marvelous. Impressive.

Dorothy A. Holmes apwlts2
Tugging at my heart...This verse will linger. Dorothy Singing Still

SavannahDiamondSkye
This is absolutely amazing. Yours is one of the best poetry blogs I've ever stumbled upon on PF. Very excellent writes I really appreciate your work mister. Keep it up:}

arwritergal
"And don’t ever presume that your life will resume when insanity passes with morning." Awesome. Not even realizing at the time that things will never be the same again. This is a fantastic write! Thank you for sharing!!

wojja fink
if ever I need a dose of sanity I now know where to look....many thanks Patrick....

Fay Slimm
Love the swirl of rhyme in this verse Patrick -it reads aloud very well too - - context pinned together tersely yet the metre gives pace which leaves the last line as a real surprise . First class write.

carol
really good poem

Weeping willow
Very excellent poem,Sanity is a fine line from the present and the past.Doors are always opening and closing so fast. I liked your poem

A Thomas Hawkins
"Does anyone know where sanity goes when the voices cry out in the silence? " What a stunning opener to an excellent piece.