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Impulses Burning Reason

by

Bonnie M. Mercier

Tears of fire

S C R E A M

out

for

H E L P

lost among

the silent words

No More No More

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In the Frigid Gorge

of Insanity.

A tirade on the EDGE

Scratching Tearing

Seething O

Through

Brain.

The mind

R u p t u r e s

into

P o s s e s s i v e

R A G E ...

A sour deathless voyage

P r o w l i n g

t h e

F r a g i l e

t w i s t e d

Justice,

On The Verge Of

S e l f -

D e s T r u c T i v e

P u n i S h m e n T

That Parallels

Impluses

Of Emotion

Burning

Reason.

Truth of Self

by

Bonnie M. Mercier

I am not

the endless night

where perceptions and feelings

rise out from
Dreams;

Dreaming lost thoughts...

dancing silently in madness.
Iam

one soul melting

into another losing power to

separate
Softness;

caressing touches...

invigorating torn and broken hearts
Waking

and sleeping visions fading

Waning in the frost covered mind.
I am not

dawn's returning tangerine rhapsody...

applauding with amazement;nor the
Explosions

of lovers

secret dreams of uncontrolled desires.
I am

senseless aggression...

leaning forward tasting bitter words;

lips pursed with sour sweetness.
I am not

the fearless heroine...

leaping into twisted trust but, yet
Embraces

simple additive sorrows...

dripping callous phrases.
I am

the word

that failed a fragile child within.
I am not

the hush

in deaths magic plunge or...
Music's

invitation

to cheerful healing releases,but
I am

weeping rain

thundering shame and spilling regrets.

Don't give in

by

Bonnie M. Mercier

This silence is so distrubing

to many hours of being alone.
Voices inside my head

attempt to say now's the time
Time to end the suffering.

I battle them, knowing
I have promised not to give in.

Trying to concentrate on something else
trying to desperately grasp

onto some type of miracle.
Chills are sent throughout myself

such coldness is instilled
within my body and soul.

I am not sure what to do
I am so distant from those around me.

So I write hoping the thoughts
absorb into the paper and dissipate.