The Madman in your Dreams

The Madman in your Dreams

A Poem by Arie
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A poem of the insane, hiding in the outskirts of your brain.

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I am a madman
breathing where normality is synonymous to
sanity.
I exist in the outskirts of humanity,
calmly smoking a condemned cigarette.
And, as your martyrs endorse spitting at my shoes
I stand naked and barefoot before you.
I watch as you avert your eyes.
You see not, yet I watch
your face as it
contently falls into a state of
childlike fear.
To you, I disappear in a veil of smoke.
A memory revoked, but in dream
In dream, I seem so real, so alive
and you lie awake in a cold swear, locking your doors
   -again and again-
you repose yourself by the subconscious
      assurance that
I am 
insane.
Contained, most likely, in an asylum
my piercing anarchist eyes 
restrained
  by the hold of a straight jacket.
When I am there, you can live your life
without question, 
without fear,
but for dreams when I reappear.  

© 2012 Arie


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Added on July 8, 2012
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Arie
Arie

San Diego, CA



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