The Madman in your DreamsA Poem by ArieA poem of the insane, hiding in the outskirts of your brain.
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 |
StatsAuthorArieSan Diego, CAAboutI'm a universal traveler, a poet, an artist, and a perpetual freethinker. more..Writing
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