The Chase of Sanity (poem)

She sets out with a heightened scream,
Limping in solid darkness,
The rising and falling of her chest,
As her heart thumps violently.1

Crunching of bare feet against gravel,
Quickening the pace,
Leaving behind a crimson trail
Of blood and flesh exposed to all
Who lurk in the shadows of the valley of death.2

Shattered streetlights every hundred feet,
Her endurance wearing thin,
Crying out in astonishing pain,
Attempting to climb her barb wire cage,
10 excruciating feet to freedom.3

Bright white figures brush passed,
Falling back, she's terrified,
Lacking energy she drags herself up,
And bolts in a new direction.4

Cutting through the forest of many creatures awaiting,
The rough terrain digging at her feet,
Sticks and stones piling inside her wounds,
Immense amount of blood loss.5

Whiteness returning, circling above,
She abruptly stops,
Chills running through her every vessel,
There's no escape.6

The moonlight fades,
As jet black clouds prevail,
She hears the snapping of sticks,
Someone, something approaching.7

Glancing quickly behind,
A pack of moaning creatures,
And pairs of shimmering green oval eyes,
Locked directly on her figure.8

She makes a break for it.
Tearing through the trees,
She breaks into a clearing,
A major highway, empty,9

"Help", she whimpers.
Her strength diminished,
Tingling muscles giving way,
Collapsing down to her knees,
Slowly letting her body bleed,
Awaiting her impending death.10

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Awaking in a white vicinity,
Years later, hospitalized,
Post being found laying lifeless on the road,
In a lake of human blood.12

Her insides having been fed on,
And stuffed back inside,
Or so she claims to her shrink,
As he evaluates her mental state.13

Deeming her schizoaffective,
He omits her to an institute,
And as he guides her to her newest home,
She follows his every move,
Beneath her dingy umbrella,
With shimmering green oval eyes.

Author notes

This poem isn't actually new, but I couldn't figure out how to enter a poem as a story. Sorry. Also, it's 300 words...is that okay? I know it doesn't really fit the demanded criteria (sorry once again) but I thought you might like it anyway.

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Comments


  • Tadd
    November 30, 2008
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    i liked it,
    it was realy well writen.


  • kierancluchey
    June 25, 2008

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    It's fine.

    300 words is just fine. And you were right, I do like it and enjoy it. However this poem could more be suited as a story rather than a poem. Flow isn't on, but still, great story.