Maddness
This poem is a little odd, but please don't think less of me after reading it, despite how..morbidly strange it is, this is one of my best poems. The reason it is so odd is because I wrote it in a fit of anger...or depression...or both...
Just bear with me please...
Madness-it reigns o'er
All the mind,
Trapping all
In a merciless bind.
Controlling, destroying
Each pitiful life,
Clearing all thoughts
Of pain or strife.
A mad-engulfed person
Feels so alone,
Surrounded by family,
In their own home.
A mad-engulfed person
Feels fit or content,
When reality is twisted,
Crippled or bent.
A man gripped in madness,
Feels very small,
Feels judging eyes watching,
From one and all.
Feels oppresion, depression,
Wearing him thin,
Feels his life hanging,
Out on a limb.
When that branch breaks,
Where will it fall?
Stamped into the ground
And beaten by all?
Or will it instead,
Land on a soft bed?
Who knows what will happen
In a madman's head?
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