This Poem Makes No Sense
The streets seem dark tonight
Cars and moonlight have not appeared
Is this the moment
I have always feared
Hazy head and shoeless feet
Paper bag weighing slightly less
I feel like I've trod on angels
Window reflect I am a mess
The puddles all seem deeper
Stale food moves all on it's own
The stubble on my chin
Into a beard has grown
It feels so strange
But I feel so much at peace
My body isn't shaking
And nothing dark is falling from the trees
I'm confused at the mixed imagery
I should be abhorred but I feel love
Oh my God, stomach splits
And out of it flies a dove
Am I hallucinating
Am I tucked up in my bed
Am I really walking
With demons in my head
They said some day it would happen
Reality and mind would merge
That I would cross the line
No longer on the verge
Surely not the madness
I have avoided all these years
Is finally upon me
And if I cry for help it will only be me that hears
Or just another nightmare
The ones that come at day
When I least expect them
And my kids want me to play
Who knows what madness is
The mad cannot explain
For their words are forsaken
Less important than scanned images of brain.
© Steve Ellis (IntotheBlue) 2012