Dreams of a Madman
I hold the raging’s -
of this madman-
contained -
within these walls-
Painting only-
pleasant masks -
upon his face
The genius is -
it works so well-
That sanity -
no one can tell-
has slipped beyond -
my horizon’s reach
Logic’s been-
the only guard -
maintaining order here -
It’s structured rules -
enforced for years -
Oft with heavy hand
I can’t let go -
for fact it show-
The conflicted man inside -
Who’s colored eyes -
Seek many lives-
with wish to taste them all
Loud voices shout -
through whisperings-
bringing ticklings -
to searching ears -
lifting me -
beyond this baron place
Their beckon call -
To mountain breeze,,,
and Siren’s pleas -
from the seas -
form but two -
of many desired escapes
Wild stallions run -
in valley sun -
yet lifeless-
here I sit-
as dreams of my tomorrows -
fade to dust
Copyright © Darrell Rose | Year Posted 2022
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