Mad Hatter
Bethany Harris 1999 (Birmingham)
Laughing souls arise at the eyes dying in disguise,
How her pain hides beneath her floor boards under a rainy stormy surprise,
Now her language of a stripped black mask beaten to the core with her face in tact,
Leaves her hearts stripped back like routes from a home of an explosion we passed,
All the while the innocence of our laughs shatter into screams for a reason we can’t unmask,
How a bruise shapes it shadow under the hope we’ll lose
But the names that grew” ha, mad hatter, what happening to you”
What a thousand grazes on the inside of our pages
And Ink splattered all over our windows of indecisive makings,
Could a mad hatter help if there was to find nothing but a simple way out?
Which pain slips into the shade of abyss and pure hate?
Which game clashes under the will they can no longer escape?
This could be the end of someone struggling for a day.
This could be bi polar,
or so they say.
Beth Harris
About this poem
This poem is strictly based on the most cryptic mental health that is out there. Bi Polar. I also have created a poetry video published on my YouTube channel Blue-Eyed Poetry if you wish to watch it rather than read. I always find a great audience captured is one surrounded by sounds and the right genre of music played to the most captivating words going. After all my motto is and always will be, Appreciate negativity like you would positivity because you never know your creativity until you create it. Embrace yourselves on a true adventure finding nothing more than what it feels and is like to have one of the most extreme mental health illnesses going more »
Written on October 14, 2022
Submitted by Bethanyapril123 on December 18, 2023
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Quick analysis:
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Closest metre | Iambic heptameter |
Characters | 938 |
Words | 191 |
Stanzas | 4 |
Stanza Lengths | 4, 3, 3, 5 |
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