Mansion - Poem

 About a month ago, I had the idea, based on a picture I saw which featured a mansion, to create a poem about one. The picture showed the mansion against a backdrop of a moody, dark, monstrous, and stormy sky which greatly helped to inspire the narration and viewpoint of the poem which I will explain now.

The poem focuses on the narrator who lives within a psychological mansion where everything is broken, smashed or destroyed, in reference to his unsettling and disturbing past, in which he lost hope to achieve his dreams, he lost his respect and friendships, and gave in multiple times to a horrifyingly destructive temper. All of these memories and thoughts, have locked him up within his mansion and there seems to be no way out.

However, the poem is split in two parts, three paragraphs for the troubled past and three paragraphs for a desire to have a much better future. The narrator is adamant that now, after many, many years in self-imposed mental exile, he is going to take matters into his own hands and work towards improving himself and his life.

It is a really exciting read, I believe, so I hope you enjoy it.

Best Wishes,

Yitzy Schweitzer

Mansion - Poem
On the walls of my mansion,
In my home atop the big hill,
Is the blood of my past dreams,
Dripping down.
The mirrors show a shadow,
Of who I once was,
The large shelf has fragments,
Of a broken crown.

My mansion is built,
From the bricks of insults,
That taunt me at night,
Keeping me awake,
My roof is but a cave,
Swallowing me in one bite,
Leaving me to scream,
Until the slight relief of daybreak.

My skies shine blue,
Nature is at it’s finest,
Yet for me, the shades on my broken windows,
Keep out the rays.
The glass is a symbol,
Of a temper so strong,
That kept me locked up in ager,
Led me countless times to slip on my way.

But now, I have had enough,
It’s time to rebuild my life,
Find the courage in the dust,
Piece a picture of my dreams together.
You see, because this cloud,
That rains tears of shame for my past,
Has deprived me of shelter for to long,
But too long doesn't mean forever.

So let me just crush my prison,
Break the bars of mindset steel,
Let me set down the materials,
Of a hopeful future.
Mixing cement to create the bricks,
Of stability and strength,
Building walls for prized memories,
To look fondly back on and remember.

It will take a lot of healing,
Confrontations with those old feelings,
But I cannot stand to sit in silence,
When my voice must be heard.
So, I welcome this challenge,
I welcome the motivation,
So now, let me outside,
Cause sitting here is quite absurd.