Lunatic Tune
Brenda Medina
I lean onto my own understanding and stumble down into a wilderness of pain.
Pointy branches cling and hinder me like the many hands I left helpless.
Stop this lunatic tune!
Now I tread against this austere wind; the chorus of haunting whispers.
The beating of the drum mocks my heart’s palpitations.
This screech –the sound of a violin mimics my desperate gasp for air.
I ought to spark these majestic woods into a blaze of hell!
Spare me from this orchestra
Oh wretched pride of mine.
…music’s not as amplified,
The weakening tempo…
The final gong.