The Writings of A Madman -- Just Plain Poetry

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Date Posted: 11:05:59 06/09/01 Sat
Author: Jjaz
Subject: The Writings of A Madman

To the morning, I shall travel, till the mystery I unravel
Dreams that found me laid upon my bed
Was I weak in my sickness, or the fog in its thickness
Did the shadows prance, prance within my head
I must be dreaming, I wonder, subconsciously scheming
How the early light would surely find me dead

A bottle of wine, merlot, cause to take this furlough
From reality, the night before I went to bed
Perhaps it was my writing, when troubled I was fighting
Did the nightmares dance, dance within my head
For paper and pen, I determined, could not defend
Its heart and soul for which I bled

Yet, still struggling with desire, impatient, I require
To be free from this torture of the dead
And the uncanny dreams, be it through whatever means
I will conspire, conspire within my head
To be released, I pray, that I will not be fleeced
Of this life while lying silent upon my bed

Perhaps through madness, surely, to relieve this sadness
Forgetting the cruelty on which the night has fed
Nor would I remember, as if some cold December
Laid memories, memories tattooed within my head
The dreams of a madman, the thoughts of a bad land
Where a writer sleeps troubled in his bed

Should night call the sun to set, in its darkness, should I regret
To curse and write about that which I dread
At midnight, sitting by the fire, I will refuse to retire
For the eerie shadows, shadows that will fill my head
Speaking words to paper, planning their next caper
In attempt to unravel dreams sure to fill my bed

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