MADNESS

A poem on the madness of life. The way it goes in silence and quuetitude when we don't recline to our lived ones

MADNESS

What nonsense is life geared towards but a cumulative solitariness
A pact so much engrossed in the natural realm
Your existence a much green reason to ponder
But my mind buried in the bitter session of arbitrariness

When I take a pick, when the die is cast and no consolation found
In your arm oh mother nature my consolation found
The agonies of life resuscitate in my vein yet you say nothing
Only murderous thought u pull me through

And when the whole life is out on me beseech you
That is the time I seek your leave to return
For my journey with you my maker, your master has put to an end
But what's this madness that brought me to thy feet when I have my love to recline to.

Author's Note

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