Midnight Madness

Written by: Walayee Poet Lay Whitlock-Ishway

HE walks slowly
along the engorged path
of midnight madness.
Spilling crude pain
each crippling step 
of the way.
With angular eyes
a fertile grim heart and
an infinitely defective 
quietly steals 
the innocence of 
glossy blossoms
who unknowingly 
sprout or roam 
HIS gritty black trail...
Forever tarnishing
bushy roots 
and buds once pure,
mutilating their body, 
their growth,
their essence
and more.

Leaving behind Midnight Madness spores...