Madness Is

madness is

both with in and with out

striving to breathe

but not to shout

madness is

erosion from inside

it’s losing and mourning

all that has died

madness is

a time tested cope

whilst avoiding the blade

the pills or the rope

madness is

spent sadness angered

locked out inside

mentally hampered

madness is

lips flecked with foam

part of a crowd

but all so alone

madness is

a doubt stained soul

a fragile grasp

of waning control

madness is

the grip that has failed

or a simple pining for

the ship that has sailed

madness is

bold, subtle; unique

it might let you talk

but it won’t let you speak

madness is

just under the skin

it gets in and stays there

and emanates from within

madness is

an unsafe haven of self

rancidly rotting reality

an unhinged do-it-yourself

madness is

a vision you can’t see

a scratched reality darkened

bad fruit off a mostly good tree

madness is

slow burning fires

and inside those hot embers

it sometimes sleeps but never tires

madness is

not the devil, just a clone

while misery loves company

this beast resides all alone

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