He Sits - The Tower

He Sits – The Tower
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He Sits…
He sits in ‘the tower’.

The tower…
The tower designed ‘to protect him’.

To protect him…
To protect him ‘from others’.

From others…
From others who somehow don’t understand him or ‘don’t need him’.

Don’t need him…
Don’t need him – his anguish or ‘his torment’.

His torment…
His torment that is not only the storm without but also ‘the echoing silence within’.

The echoing silence within…
The echoing silence within that is accentuated by ‘those harrowing whispers’.

Those harrowing whispers…
Those harrowing whispers that are the thoughts and voices that flood ‘his awareness’.

His awareness…
His awareness that resonate with those whispers ‘that haunt his being’.

That haunt his being…
That haunt his being still, being sane, being at peace, ‘being whole’.

Being whole…
Being whole is not possible in this – insanity’s prison, ‘insanity’s tower’.

Insanity’s tower…
Insanity’s tower designed to protect him and yet that ‘which inevitably had imprisoned him’.

Which inevitably had imprisoned him…
Which inevitably had imprisoned him long before he knew it, understood it. long before ‘it was built’.

It was built…
It was built by the hurt, the pain, the very haunting whispers and echoes of whispers that are ‘the madness.’

The madness…
The madness that surrounds him, haunts him, imprisons him, stalks him, consumes him and in which ‘he sits’.

He sits…
He sits an unwilling prisoner and yet somehow an unwilling escapee into the ‘silent troubled isolation of his mind’.

Silent troubled isolation of his mind…
Silent troubled isolation of his mind that echoes deafeningly, accusingly, maddeningly ‘in haunting whispers’.

In haunting whispers…
In haunting whispers ‘he sits’.

He sits.

© Deep From Within/ Kevin A. Deane – May 7th. 2011

[This one is a slightly different approach to the normal style of poems that I write. I wanted to write poem which represented not only the fragmented, slightly disjointed and yet connected thoughts that my mental illness brings me but which also gave the impression of the looping nature of those thoughts.

In writing poem I seek to give no suggestion that all mental illness presents itself in this way, just to recognize and record the fact that mine does.]

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