Madness Left Us Long Ago

Madness left us long ago	
Flowing from every pore	
Dampened, furrowed every brow	
Oozed pus from every sore	
	
Madness left us long ago	
Shrieking as she went	
Her venom stinging every vein;	
a deceptive, fragrant scent	
	
Madness left us long ago	
Did she feel regret or sorrow?	
Did she care about how we might	
face the world tomorrow?	
 	
Madness left us long ago	
in search of other minds	
We, in turn, were left to learn	
Sanity's not always kind
Copyright © | Year Posted 2016

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Canerdy Avatar
September 28, 2016 at 7:44 AM
Congratulations on your well-deserved win, David. I love how the last line drives theme home.
Turner Avatar
September 27, 2016 at 9:01 PM
Nicely penned, David. I maintain my sanity by keeping my distance.
Wolf Avatar
September 27, 2016 at 8:37 PM
As someone with bipolar, I prefer the manic any day, and Sanity is not always kind. So true. Thank you, David.
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