Poem: I’m Mad

Don’t call me crazy, cause I aint sane
Don’t look unless you can feel this pain

Searching for music to heal my troubled soul
I wander the earth with an empty, cracked bowl

The lights are out on this street
There’s nobody here to meet
I’m smiling, but I know I’m beat
I’m smiling, but I smell defeat

I hear it in my dreams, a gentle chorus sings
how soft their voices sound. What pleasure music brings

Still
so still
still still

Unmoving
Unchanging

I’m mad

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