Demented Souls (A Re-Submission) Poem by Valsa George
Demented Souls (A Re-Submission)
His mind like a deciduous forest
has shed all its leaves
in the blighting autumnal blast.
It is bare - dismally barren
of all memories - sweet and sour.
Like a kite afloat in the boundless sky
moving nowhere, but as the wind directs,
cut out from the past, turned from the present
with the future yet to surge from the abyss
or like serpents intertwining,
hissing in turmoil within the brain,
unable to sense the gusty blast,
or hear the whispering air,
dead to sounds that disturb,
deaf to songs that soothe,
like a phantom he moves weird,
drifting far away
to a space and time impenetrable
with nothing to make the mind agog
or depress it to let out a sigh.
Loitering on roads without hurrying feet
with no bliss coming on the way
to run or hasten to embrace
or fear to be missed so sore
passing through dark labyrinthine tunnels
forever barred with no exit
churned in oblivion, oblivious of all,
he remains a spectral facsimile
of his one time self
with dreary nights ahead
that shall not know another morrow.
To me it's a symbolic poem. The world is a forest facing its autumn and heading towards winter when life will almost be destroyed as it was destroyed earlier and a few will be in the Noah's Arc, the lucky survivals. After that spring will come again on the earth. I take it as a timely warning. I take it as a calculated forecast. The world is now full of demented souls, some are demented in selfish nationalism, some are demented in religious extremism, and, some are demented in thirst of wealth. Nature now may become a punishing master as her slaves have now become extraordinarily independent.
A great tribute to pitiable souls on the World Alzheimer's Day......Valsa...... a very touching piece crafted with very compassionate words as they need world's support and empathetic concern.......great write as always...10/10
dead to sounds that disturb, deaf to songs that soothe A thoughtful poem for those who need all attention and help. Poem is full of compassion. Thank you.
we really cursed to be pained in; ; ; ; ; ; ; Like a kite afloat in the boundless sky moving nowhere, but as the wind directs, cut out from the past, turned from the present
" Loitering on roads without hurrying feet with no bliss coming on the way to run or hasten to embrace..." There is no need to fear at all. Journey can be beautiful and a soul should gear up. Soul should realize self power and soul should trust on God at each moment. Road is lit by God. By his wisdom we get path of righteousness. This poem is beautifully and excellently penned....10
Your poem is a revealing story concerning reality. Life can be and is most times, bitter and sweet, due to the inability to reason. Many are suffering from the can't help it.
u have done it again....every word pierces the myth of our existence......reminding us how vulnerable indeed we r....brain the mass of identity.... the cells gone demented and a whole life goes into oblivion of existing non existence.....touching and humbling.....
Very emotional and appealing. Thanks for the breaking news... your note on the poem. ha! I like it from the beginning to the end. You write with such control over words... Well done!
A beautiful and touching poem on a horrifyingly sad illness. Kudos to Valsa!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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A well composed poem on crazy soul as they suffer with senselessness, Alzheimer..like a baby -no sense so the case with grown up like George Fernandez is suffering with same thank you brought here and reminded