untitiled

they come madnesses madnesses

winging like the nighttime

they come sad mad and alone

born on 

the wrong planet

born at 

the wrong time

they come alone

alone as the sun

alone as a grain of sand

far from the beach

windswept

openroad madness

talking to ghosts

dreaming of my home planet

Reviews

[Dalebear]

Madness is mad but who is to say what is sane or insane in the world. No one will really 100% sane. We all have a differences and illnesses in life. Good poem I likes it

[.]

. oh, this one is a poetry-tipped dart ...

madnesses, madnesses
every where
no room for sanity
in a world so bare

accusations of
being wrong
pressures of
being strong

. "windswept open madness" ... ah, this has never been said ... except by you ...

i would gift you a planet if i could
one where all and everything's good

. stunning poetry ...

[Emily B]

a friend told me once that were certain things I shouldn't talk about, that men in white coats might take me away someplace that she couldn't get me out of . . .

I decided to make new friends

[...]

. it's all there ... but it's so well-hidden that sometimes it's tough to decipher ... and yes ... it does take madness to decipher all of it ... good luck! ...