Dark Skies

A cloud forms in the back of my mind, As wind swept thought seeks shelter. Clinging to the last vestiges of sanity, Fearful of the tempest's steady advance. Now caught in the eye of the storm, Rational thinking stands at the crossroads. A torrential downpour loosens my grip, And I'm washed into a flood of madness. Pelted by soft voices from dark skies, Enticing me with false visions of grandeur. Powerless to resist their subtle suggestions, I brandish my gun and breach the crowd.

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Randy Freie

Date: 2/24/2023 8:21:00 PM

Don't worry baby sister, I'm a confirmed pacifist and still have all my marbles.

Randy Freie

Date: 2/16/2023 3:33:00 PM

Hi Paige, I wrote this immediately after the killings at Michigan State. I'm perplexed by all the shootings taking place in this country and our inability to prevent them. What kind of madness does it take to do something so abhorrent that most people couldn't fathom doing? I meant it to be raw to reflect on the unchecked mental illness in our society. Thanks for your feedback and I'll be sure to listen to that song.

Paige Hind
Date: 2/24/2023 11:34:00 AM

Hey there! I was worried for a second. Yeah, it's pretty bad. Good work anyway! Thanks for replying.

Paige Hind

Date: 2/16/2023 2:00:00 PM

This was very raw... You should listen to the song "Innocence" by Nathan Wagner. It is on youtube. Very deep and personal...