Ravings Of A Lunatic Poem by Ryan Ratcliff

Are you ready and steady,
for a flow torrential in delivery?
A lunatic raving and craving a source of sustenance,
not for my weary body but for my torrid mind,
trapped in a cage, a puzzle, a maze of my own thoughts.
But a prisoner, I am not.

I fancy these walls, scribbled and scratched.
You see? society it blames me.
The perfect victim, one who is prey to even themselves.
But I chose to walk this awful dark path,
take advantage and you incur my wrath.
I may not be one of power, but my mind is what it is.
I seek, I search, I find, I plunder and wonder, filling and drilling and milling.
Because no craftier craftsman could make this mind,
this knowledge, these words, this aching pain!


...

Have you ever truly heard silence?
The absence of all sound,
no, nobody has.
But for you, the loudest sound is from the outside.
For me the loudest sound is where I reside.
I am alone in here, this body, this vessel.
But still I hear the words that the other says.
I know he isn't real, but that's not why hes there.
I sought power once, for a long, long time.
But in all that I learned, I never learned your brain is only so big...
Until it was too late.

...

See two voices can say more than one,
double the trouble, and double the rubble.
Pick it all up its never enough, too rough, too tough.
Broken or shattered it never mattered,
a matter of matter just piling up and filling the cup.
Half empty to half full to none empty then all full.
overflow the flow falls, and it feels fairly familiar.
My brain, that cup filling and falling and feeling.

Here take my knowledge, my words,
my head! It hurts!
That is my wrath, so stay and listen,
ill give you, I will, I promise stay still.
Not you, me no, he it'll never be!
so real and surreal the feel,
Take this my burden my bane and stay sane.
Impossible! If I could not then you will rot.
But that,
would be true revenge.