My Wandering Mind
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I awoke at precisely 4.08 am this morning to all this commotion in my head. So many thoughts crept through instead as I tried to fight them off they fed my mind with so much dread. I thought I was going mad as I tried my best to slow the speed at which these spirits came with words they read from other places hiding in my head. I left my bed and and wrote this piece as quickly as they left my tongue. Spent I crawled back into bed to cover my head and wait for morns sun to breath it's warmth back into my tired soul.
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Caresses my room
as I lay this night
tossing and turning
in my
bed
while
thoughts of
dying
come and go
like
the melting snow
outside my
front door.
I pour through
visions
that hath been still
yet with deepest
passion
scattered here
in dreams
of early light
which has left
my heart
trembling of
what lays
beyond my grave
and awaits
me over
there next
to the one
that knocked on
my door
so many
days ago.
After all
I am just a man
of flesh bone
and blood
living through
a lasting
dream who
sighs deeply
and heaves
his chest
as every
heart beat
ticks
away
to the second
hand of the
clock beside
my bed
with every
wild hour
that's passes me
with dread.
So many spirits
restless
as a chilly wind
against
a slumbering moon
await the sun
to shine
and lift them
from the
darkest side
of their
lofty tombs.
Whispering in
my ear of live
events
past and
present without
any future
or real end
simply wandering
back
and forth
inside my
aching head.
Misty anxious
thoughts continue
without semblance
as one nightmare after
another strikes me with
so much fear
each passing
binds me
in their
spell.
I fear and quiver
with each wave
that comes
I turn and toss
then sit up
looking around
into the darkness
of my abyss with
squinting eyes
I see their shadows
darting here
and there
I yell be still
and let me get
some rest.
I try to open
my eyes but they
are pulled tighter
with the force of
a torturer's clamp
sewn with malice to
my inner lids as they
are bled preventing
my soul from
awakening.
Oh pity me
this night and
let not my candle
light leave in flight
whilst another roach
slowly walks across
my chamber floor
quickly do I jump
from my rest and
squash it dead
and scream why
do you torture me
so with insects
from below my
wretched bed.
Spirits gather
in number
and attack
my very soul
for wanting
of their pleasures
they won't release
me from their grip
as I sink
further still
into their domain
of wretched waiting
for my time to cross
over into what
I don't know.
Blindly do I fumble
for the door and find
it closed I stumble
back into my bed
pulling the cursed
sheets up over
my head to try
and hide myself
from those who
float and flutter
in the dim lit haze
and shapely
shadows there
between
each curtain
over top
my leaded
window pane.
How ashamed
I feel and giddy
in a way as the
hours pass
and night is gone
to become
dawn once more
my sleepless
souls journey
has subsided for
just awhile knowing
very well
they will haunt
me over and
over again
until I'm hovering
myself over
anothers
bedroom wall.
My mind is altered
every time
as madness sets in
I scribe
from deep within
my fingers
take me far away
to distant
lands and gentle
folk of meadows
filled with shepherds
sheep I count each
and every
one tormented
by ghosts
unknown to
this poet
who just
wants peace
and quiet
each night
in his
chamber
rest.
Please stop
abusing me with
words of cursing fires
I don't understand
foreign tongues
nor yours that
shoot at me
across my room
echoing sadness
and murmuring
anger for being
who you are lost
in limbo near
someones window
pane like mine.
Even my Raven
is disturbed
his feathers
thicken
his beak
now pecking
at the air
as if to
say leave
us here go
fly away
to some
others
chambers
but not here
please
my Master
needs his
slumber.
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Wow, Vincent! Great imagery, my friend.
I must admit that I'm glad I read this early in the evening...so I won't have one of your nightmares tonight.
Another moody oblique glimpse into the poet's soul. Great write, Vincent!
This is quite a scribe Vincent. It definitely provokes all kinds of thoughts and bestows one with the power to wander through imagination. I certainly hope you were able to get some rest.
My gosh, what a night that was! I can vividly image the spirits and hear the voices due to your descriptive words of torment. What I find so interesting is a seemingly lack of fear of the tormentors and more of a frustrated anger because they are disturbing your peace and slumber. It is as if they want your mind to ramble and wander in their realm so you will write about them. Great hub to ponder on, I love it!!!
Outstanding imagery, Vincent, but I know I should have waited until morning to read this. So spectral, disturbing and frightening. I pray, my friend, that this soul in torment is but a figment of your very vivid imaginaton. Congrats on the two published books of poetry. I not only know you today; I knew you when!
AudreyHowitt thank you for the awesome comment and your accolade of it being an awesome write. I enjoyed digging deep into the sleeping restless sleep.
@Daisy I wish for you not to have any nightmares, they can be disturbing for sure.
@RedElf I like your oblique glimpse description of my piece indeed into this poet's soul. Thank you my artistic friend.
@Cagsil my imagination ran wild on me with this scribe. Yes indeed my friend my rest I did get, even through this walk through twilight zone.
@Phyllis I like your understanding of what goes through a person's mind when confronted by spirits torment. I gave them an opportunity to test this poet's endurance. Maybe they wanted to play with his mind and tease him to pen about his experienc es:-)
@drbj Don't be afraid I simply used my vivid imagination to capture these feelings. Figment of my vivid imagination, come now, you know me better than that:-)) Would I pull your leg? Yes you certainly have known me since my Saddle reign. Thank you for staying with me, now go to bed and have sweet dreams. Lo
I feel the anger, fear and frustration at the nightmares of the unknown invading your hours of oblivian, stealing your peace. The hours that your body recovers from daily stresses but the mind plays its own games, filling the vessel and waiting to see it poured onto paper. And you shall sleep dreamless and free of spirits 'nevermore'
A brilliant piece of work Vincent
Voting up and away
Excellent my friend.
I hope to follow in your quilled words.
Thanks for the voyage thru a long night of the innerworkings of a tortured imagination.
Death ... fear of death is one of the biggest fears in the world today... and you have just made that come alive on these pages... Fear is a great tormentor indeed.. I wish you peace and good night's sleep.. each day. May all your days be blessed!
I'm glad to have found this in early morning as I sip my first cup of coffee rather than reading it and falling into my own tortured night. This was so very vivid, even in the light of day, it leaves shadows in the mind of the reader. Very surreal!
Strange but after reading of your overactive, wandering mind, my mind is still. Perhaps it had the same effect on you though, as I certainly find that allowing these thoughts to the surfaces usually quiets them.
I liked this: very vivid images, and a great atmosphere. Voted up.
I like your own description: "I awoke... to all this commotion in my head."
The brain is the most awesome organ. A simple fearful or happy or sad thought can trigger an entire movie in your head, containing all images stocked up in the unconscious mind. But not in the sequence you have 'shot' them in real life with your senses, but like scattered refuse in a whirlwind.
I believe some nightmares are simply panic attacks during sleep.
What matters, Vincent, is the fact that you can describe your dreams - you can turn a chaotic nightmare - a hell-of-a-commotion - into a lovely piece of poetry.
Encore!
You write so beautifully about tormented and tortured soul.
Your images are very powerful. The eternal sadness is evident in your words. I should have read this earlier.
10:30 PM, Kathmandu.
Glad you let this one out my dear friend. Wouldn't want a friend like you go to bed with loads that life leaves on us. Another great inspiration. One clue, You woke up at 4:08, meaning that after four you reached your eight, doubling that strength. Never mind, was a mathematical thought. Thanks my fellow scribe!
LORD
You are definitely not mad....yet again all poets are. All poets, writers and artists go through what you did and trust me, thoughts of weird stuff, even death are not unfamiliar to us. That is how our talented or genius minds, as i your case, that's how they work. I love how you scribe and never stop. I wish you could get some sleep though.
It is going to take me some time to sort this out. It is scary. I felt your wretchedness as you penned your thoughts. My wish for you is to find inner peace and serenity. Your poetry is beautifully haunting, so much like Poe's writings. Much love and respect sent to you my friend..Bravo..
Love the line "Please stop abusing me with words of cursing fire" that's a Vincent quote,excellent!
Kay
Such inquisitions of the soul are, by their nature, haunting and painful. I always thought of Poe’s Raven as symbolizing a part of the soul that recognized the need for solitude and for mourning…for Poe’s narrator, the loss of the beautiful Lenore.
Your imagery here is astounding. Such candid artistry that is born of an open and giving soul should never fear “what dreams may come when we have shuffled off this mortal coil.” This is more than poetry of sleep that is plagued by restless spirits; this is, in a sense, prayer, and it is magnificent.
Rosemay50 Yes nightmares can be tiring and stealing of ones peace. I painted a hell on earth nightmare. This came to me one restless night and I had to get up and pen it before I fell back to sleep.
@cleaner3 Your welcome my friend, just keep writing and your quill will take control and lead you into many words to pen. Yes my imagination was working overtime in this one.
@shimmering Dawn Thank you for peaceful blessings. Indeed my sleep is restful now since I wrote this piece. I emptied my nightmare when I scribed it.
@Poohgranma Thank you my friend for your comment. Surreal indeed, I felt each word I penned. Nightmares are not pleasant at the best of times. Hugs
@Melovy Thank you for your keen observation of my overactive wandering mind. Yes after the nightmare is out and free, it eventually subsides.
@Martie I agree that nightmares are definitely panic attacks and most chaotic. When I awaken from them I usally am in a panic attack. Commotion disturbing my sleep is not a pleasant thing:-)
Mr Vincent I love the picture.. and your poem is so inspiring.. You really are an awesome writer.
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debbie
@Vinaya Thank you for your comment. Yes tormented souls are often victims of ghastly nightmares. I hope you had a pleasant sleep.
@lord de cross Yes indeed I reached my eight and the sunshine was peeping through my window. I like your mathematics:-)
@Cardisa Well my friend at times my madness creeps out and comes out in my scribes. My talent is questionable, I am a simple scribe with a troubled mind at times. The red wine helps these disturbances:-) I did get much sleep the next day.
@AE Thank you my poetic friend. I do write dark at times and my thoughts just spill out on my page. I am glad that people still stick with me and that I don't scare them off. Hugs
@KDee You liked those words did you? Thank you for quoting me.
@ Genna I agree with your thoughts of Poe's soul being possibly preoccupied by the symbolic Raven in some of his work. Something about BLACK winged creatures. The raven was excellent for that. I tried to convey my feelings and thoughts of this mighty poet and credit him for being who he was. A troubled thinker and converyor of his soul. Thank you for your magnificent comment, much appreciated.
I have some really weird nightmares that I could not possibly write into a poem. On the beach, being chased by wolves running from out of the sea. I hide my daughter in a toilet pan that just happens to be there, but when I lift her out she has changed to my granddaughter.
Now that would make one ridiculous poem. Lol
Wow,you have written a great book..I will check that..Thanks
...well Sir Vincent of Mighty Moore - this is as good as it gets (I love your sparse economical and concise style) - it reminds me of another bard from erie lake - lol - and you have told an epic story in so few but perfectly chosen lines (that most other writers would have a tough time putting together in their lifetimes) -
I only feature world class writing on my Facebook page as posted and this will be highlighted there on my marquee for you my friend ...
lake erie time 11:09pm thank you for your loyalty, friendship and support - I am just taking a few days away to chill and relax
Powerful and brilliant !!!Great work Vincent and here's to so many more hubs for us both to share on here.
Take care and have a great weekend.
Eddy.
This really is a poets´ poem, for sure. Intense.! So believable and real to me.
Wonderful work.
Peace be with you tonight, dear friend.
Vincent, I'll be writing you,but I get to hit the road tomorrow with my son in his big rig. I love it when I go along. That truck is as nice as a fancy RV. And so much to see. Hope to get a poem in while Im on the road. His computer will work better than my ipadi think.
Kay
I have said it before and will say it again, your work is totally incredible. You are such a skilful writer and this poem was amazing. Voting up and pressing those buttons again!
Wow Vincent, amazing what comes from your restless night. I loved this. With your beautiful imagery, I felt like I was there too. Extremely brilliant work!
Sharyn
Wow, Vincent, this one is eerie; I'm glad it is a sunny day while I read this one; I got chills while reading it! I hope you don't have any more nights full of terror: Peace, my friend, and pleasant dreams!
@Rosemary50 It appears that you have a very active immagination as well. Hiding your daughter in a toilet pan that just happens to be there? lol join the club.
@htodd A great book? interesting
@epigramman Thank you for your kind words and accolades as always and for also placing my words on your marquee at FB you are ever so complimentary. I will always be here, though not as often to share them. peace my friend.
@Eiddwen Thank you for your powerful and brilliant comment, yes indeed I pray we will be here for awhile longer.
@Dim A poet's poem, I like that comment. Intense comes from within, I simply let it spill out before me. Hugs
@KDee The days of big rigging for the Vincent is done, I however did enjoy gearjamming with my friends over the road. Enjoy your trip and time together. Farewell Kay.
@acaetnna Thank you for your always kind and complimentary comments, I much appreciate you my dear sweet friend. Also TY for the vote UP.
@Sharyn's Slant Thank you as well for your brilliant comment, much appreciated. Twas a restless night indeed.
@time2write, thank you for the concern of my sleepless night. I to hope not to have them calling again. They do disturb my sleep from time to time:=)
You are not allowed to pass from this world yet, there are still words to be written, a story to be told. I hate those nights where I lay there feeling haunted by the past or present, but soon a story unfolds, if I let my mind grasp it. It is as if the spirits are telling me something. Am I listening or too afraid? In those most dreaded moments, I call upon my Savior, knowing that peace will come soon. For now, I will pass the time writing a story.
Your poems are wonderful! I have enjoyed reading them. Forgive me for not showing up sooner. I am balancing my time with some family issues. Thank you Sir Vincent for sharing your marvelous work!
Vincent Moore-- loved this poem. A great, amazing, brilliant hub. Thanks for sharing. Voted up & beautiful.
Well thank you Dianna Mendes, I am happy to read that you loved my work.
tlpoague Yes indeed there are still words to write and believe me I am sharing as much as I can as fast as I can before the time is nigh.Yes the dark of night takes on a whole different shape of it's own, it unfolds openings through that thin vale allowing our minds to wander, our ghosts to enter as well as our demons. We hope to get past them and wake up with our sanity, they tap into our souls and leave us confused often in the waking hours. Daylight can't come soon enough for many of us. Thank you for your loyalty my friend. I pray your family matters are not putting a strain on you and yours. Peace and blessings to you.
Vincent, what a nightmarish night! How come the mind’s negative thoughts always appears in the quiet night?
I'm grateful to that night, however distressing it was to you, because of that night, this intense and brilliant poem was born.
But the next time you can't sleep because of negative thoughts. Separate yourself from the mind and don't allow it to pull you in, by visiting on of my cheerful and happy hubs. . . Believe me, you'll sleep like a baby after that. Hehe!
Sannel, thank you for your kind words indeed. I will think of you next time I am disturbed in my sleep, open my eyes and there you will be. I will do my best to separate my thoughts from those demons in my chamber. I will come to you and visit you and your happy hubs:-) you guarantee me to sleep like a baby, then all the more reason for me pay you a visit.
Vincent this is amazing work! I get up sometimes and have to write down whatever is going on in my head too. Keep sharing your thoughts with us.
Hi Vincent
I am sorry about your restless night but so glad you wrote and shared your poem with us. Amazing!
Voted up and away!
Take care and may you have a restful night.
A Murder of Crows, escapes in the night, to fill the room, that houses the bed, that cradles the poet, who writes the poems that intrigue his readers.
carolinemd21 Yes indeed a pen is at the ready when I am wakened by folly in my chamber. My laptop is often on as well so my finger tips are at the ready to. I will keep sharing as long as possible. hugs
@Sueswan Thank you for the vote of confidence and restful thoughts, I accept them and I will try my best to have a restful night.
@mckbirdbks Yes indeed Mike I am inspired by so many events that wander in and out of my solitary life. There is much to draw from the shadows.
AudreyHowitt Level 7 Commenter 3 months ago
Vincent this is a great write--feels like Poe to me in some ways---and the form really works!! As much as I hate the misuse of the word "awesome" this is an awesome write--