Madness
dancing drops of pain and blood
get mingled in my mind,
they make me weak and drain my life,
no sheltered place for me to hide
I have my shroud of bravery
and pretend though just a sham
that I am me with courage ture
defining who I am
don't take from me the armed cloak
that lets me amble through each day,
that envelops me with fragile strength
in a role that I must play
for who can I be if I let it win
and dredge my soul with sadness?
a shattered being that slips to depths
and succumbs to swirling madness.
Copyright © April Bartaszewicz | Year Posted 2007
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