MADMEN

nephilim56 ( Norman Dickson)

In the recess sleep
The violent madmen
Sweating tongues
Of raging verse
The alcohol drenched
Veins protuding
Twitching nerves
A voice to curse.

Centuries old
A well walked path
Marble footsteps
Etched through time
A bitterness fuelled
In poverty
Injustice
And wanton crime.

Idle ghosts
Demons rasp
In lands betwix
A haunted past
Words have spirit
To kill or die
Trapped in vapour
A violent eye.

 

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  • sorenbarrett

    A poem speaking of the power of the words used by poet, historian, madman. Nicely done in this rather haunting poem

  • Fína Elara 🌙 Petra Patrice

    Wow, this is haunting and intense. The imagery of violence, history, and lingering injustice is so vivid. Nicely written.



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