Poetry of a Mad Man
The poetry of a mad man
Emerging thoughts take a toll
There’s a fine line between madness
And a balanced mind that makes us whole
So am I crazy?
Is what I perceive real?
The only thing I really know
Is my perspective and how I feel
The images I see are abstract shadows
Being presented as truths
The herd - gulping down the Kool-Aid
Willingly obtuse
Our destiny – self-destruction
Perplexing for mankind
Ironic is our nature
Professing we’re so divine
I see weakness and corruption
Consequences need not be
When you’re drinking what they’re selling
You sip it down like a warm cup of tea
As the water starts to boil
You see the steam begin to rise
It’s too late for adaptation
The damage is done – you chose to close your eyes
Fragile broken psyches
Shattered miserably from low self-esteem
We grasped at good intention
We can’t awake from this bad dream
We’ve pissed away our existence
Condemned – futile in our desires
We trivialize the beauty
Only to complicate our lives
As we crawl back into to the cave
We try our best to rationalize
The awareness of our disinterest
Manifesting from the fear of opening our eyes
These thoughts cause me great discomfort
I find it so hard to understand
How we arrogantly avoided issues
Inevitably – this will lead to the demise of modern man
The poetry of a mad man
Tragic story that unfolds
There’s a fine line between madness
And that which makes us whole
Copyright © Kelly Hitchcock | Year Posted 2018
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