This poem was the first poem I have ever had published. It was published in The Howling Mantra in 1989.
Fading to Black
I am the bleeding heart,
the lost soul, the twisted mind.
I am fading to black as
I am overwhelmed by
the swirling sea of forgotten mentality.
Fantasy and dream blend with reality
to form ways and means of sanity,
though the sanity does not remain
to repair the damage and destruction.
The bleeding heart cries out
to the many legions of deaf.
The cold wind swallows the screams
and stifles the sorrow and the tears.
The lost soul wears dark glasses
to hide blazing white eyes
that bear the sensitivity of
the shameless sickly horde,
eyes that reveal the popular abyss.
The twisted mind is completely encased
by the enticing fog of superlatives
emanating from the blinded masses
in order to deceive and reject.
(c) Brett Mattison