Madness

Edgar Allan Poe said,
“If a poem hasn’t ripped apart your soul; you haven’t experienced poetry.”

Here is a poem from Alfa.

Alfa

I know how it feels when the madness ensues.

When it appears out of nowhere and whispers “Boo”.

Your chest starts to fold upon itself as the rusty knife blade carves letters of fear across your sternum.

Your eyes start to burn from the pressure of holding the reservoir capped, and as you feel the searing tears begin to form, you realize there is no tissue in sight.

A bouquet of balloons has lodged their way inside the back of your throat and their celebrating your discomfort.

Your brave self is focusing… trying to command your mind – and practicing that languid meditation everyone harps about.

And all the while your inner-self is pleading with the monster that is approaching: “Please don’t let me lose it. Not here. Not again.”

I know how it feels when the madness ensues.


~ Alfa
My debut poetic book is now available.

ABANDONED…

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