Madness Reigns
Something taunts me,
Lingering off in the distant,
Hiding, waiting beyond the sheltering light & the.
warmth of this existence.
It calls me, whispering my name in the silence, when all
is still, as if the world itself banished me to some.
remote cave filled with only thoughts & darkness.
Yes it taunts me, I now believe,
Madness reigns.
R.K.Harp
10/28/2021
Copyright © Roger Harp | Year Posted 2021
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