A Modicum Of Madness Poem by David Harris

The swirl of emptiness threatens me
with its cobweb opponents as they gather
near the tentacles of darkness
crouching in the corners of my mind.
Flights of fantasy jostle me
for prime positions at the show
where the gladiators of life
gather to do battle with some lost soul.
Life portrayed on a large plasma screen
delivers struggles of futility
forever captured on its screen
in the land full of holes,
not those from which we’re born,
but those where discarded husks are thrown.
The madness of a demented mind
trapped forever within a child of rage,
a kaleidoscope of colours pale
dance around the padded cell
where bloodied fingernails
tell the gruesome tale.
Madness trapped with a boy
displayed upon a plasma screen
at the point where madness crosses into insane,
caught within hideous laughter cells
devoid of colours
waiting to entrap and cleanse
the darkness within a mad mind.
As the first streaks of daylight,
explode through the window
evaporating the darkness’s stranglehold
of gathering things imaginary,
leaking from the mad mind
into the tortured night.


29 November 2009