Do you hear my mad cries?

A shattered mind,
Only understood by the ravings of
a madman!
A mocking reasoning
of those dreams
terrified,
No rhyme or reason
to those who see me!
Facing those inner demons
that race forever in my mind,
Sanity…
Mortal reasoning,
Delusions of grandeur…
Follow the path,
Isn’t it clear?
Yes, I’m a misfit,
Yes…
I’m a castoff,
But…
I really don’t care,
Rumors of power,
And really…
You think that matters to me?
Why?
Only the masquerade…
those bloodhunts
that rage in the night,
Visions of the Camarilla
dance past
what was once my soul,
And here I am
laughing at death…
And those who find a way
to betray it!

Billy E. Whitehorn is a free verse poet.

 

 

 

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Editor: Lara C.

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