Colour of Madness – a poem

Dilemmas in facing forward and falling

Backward, tipped over edges barely known

Till one falls far over, trips, tumbling

Into abysses disavowed by the right gods,

Unfashioned.

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The evil of trivialising great deeds,

Casual reticence and usual humdrum,

That wonder in worrisome minds mild

Mauve peeking from behind bollards

Standing.

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A hue of no nameable shade, you are

The colour of my madness, noir bitter

And near colourless, putrid vodka burned,

Danker than ever need be, yet rare dank

Enough.

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Wake me, a tongue laced with poppy latex,

The kiss of death and numbness, eros abandoned

While thanatos runs rampant, a’roam for

Wants and always a’wont to be death itself,

Burning.

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Dreams cannot tell any parts of your story,

Gifts given in grave days scratch surfaces

Sorrowful with decades old weights, heavy

Creatures singing of my madness inside, let

Loose.