Poems[ If you don't like poetry, don't open]
For MzMadnesS, who I miss every day.
Grm
MADNESS COMES
Madness comes this way, I see it,
lurking behind the shadows cast,
waiting to pounce in diabolical fit,
no dream, this could be my last.
Madness is always there,watching,
seeking weaknesses,while I stare,
feelings of hope now missing,
I wait to be taken to its lair.
Madness strikes a lonely chime,
no one to hear it but me,
clinging dark always on time,
light forever lost to me.
grm 2005
|