Poem of the Insane

I thought I would escape

Could escape from this madness

Its tendrils snaking inside my very mind

I thought, I think I thought, at least

And everything’s swirling away

And I’m lost again

There’s nothing quite like the dark

Where the monsters live

Reaching through you

It’s a bleak reality

When you think about it

For too long

The colours all around

Seeping into each other

An obscene spectrum

See the how blind

How detached they are

Let them destroy themselves

I can’t think

Now

My brain stutters

There is nothing

Any longer

But sleep

And the sorrows

Rising

Drowning in despair

And then joining the tide…