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Madness
Slowly drawing toward madness
as I lay idle in my bed
No movie or book can stir me
Nor the voices calling me in my head
Nothing seems to catch me
she has all my thoughts
Though she no longer stays here
She resides in the dreams that are brought
No longer can I touch her skin
feel her warmth or feel her breath
And the longer I slip into madness
the more I long for death.
Thats how the best poems
Come to life when we are least expected.
Really nice
I enjoyed the poem very much
Thank you
I appreciate that. Just something I wrote sitting here in work, LOL