Rays Of Madness Poem by Max Okere

Troubled with a million worries in his head,
He was among one in a million who couldn’t sleep peacefully in bed.
Rask was the trouble minded fifty five year old,
The one whose mind strangled him in a chokehold,
The reason his blood always ran cold.
Any thought he had would have to be put into motion,
He would have to carry it out because he had no control over his mind,
It was as if he was drugged by a potion…
But a potion that would last till he makes the last move that will quench it,
The last move that will eventually end not only his life, but also his spirit.
Rask was a lonely old man,
White hair and a disgustingly wretched tan.
His mouth was blessed with a pair of crooked teeth,
And so were the looks of the nails on his feet.
Everybody hated this old man for his grumpy attitude,
He never appreciated anybody nor did he ever show gratitude.
All he did everyday was listen, listen and listen to his mind,
He had once done something so stupid that nearly left him blind…
All because he was a servant to his very own mind,
A servant to something that was never confined nor aligned.
He lived along the huts in small town called Chase Town.
A place that made his face always bloom with a frown.
He was not left completely alone…
His brother saw his condition and so he took him to stay with his family in Illstone.
It was this decision that would mark a date in his brother’s calendar,
A date that would leave not a blessing, but a scar.
It was a normal cold night;
everyone but Rask was sleeping with no sign of fright.
Suddenly it happened!
Rask had been given a command by his mind,
This was a command that would end a soul,
Eventually, it would end someone’s life with a hole.
He headed to the room of his niece and locked the door,
The actions he was about to take would raise an uproar.

The sight of a strange figure caught her eye,
It was a matter of cooperate or die.

She was forced up and off her bed
And outside under the breaking daylight of dawn,
something was pointed to her head…It was a gun.
She started to scream and she started to cry,
For she knew her uncle had been given the command by his mind to tell her goodbye,
she knew it was her last night, she knew she was going to die.
He refused hesitation and beat her black and blue, and finally he ended her life with the trigger,
BANG! The effect of this was not just the sound, it was something bigger.

Her parents were alerted and ran to check on their only child.
'Where is Stron? ' her mom screamed,
At that point, they knew they had made the biggest mistake of their lives.
They ran outside.....

There she was, lying motionless on the cold open ground,
'What have you done, Rask? ' cried her dad,
At this point,
her mom started to cry,
Repetitively asking the Lord why their daughter had to die.
The next day,
Suffering from the consequences of his action,
Rask put the trigger to his own head and carried out the sanction.
He had decided to end the life of his master,
Having not done so would have led to more disaster.

Not aware of the feelings that would be placed on deck,
Rask had no empathy on the life he had chosen to wreck.
Two Years after the death of their only child, the parents are still in grief,
nothing can bring them back a sense of relief.

Madness is becoming a big problem in our society today,
But we are too ignorant with other things that we put treating it in delay.
We have to help these people in any possible way,
For untold disaster awaits if we leave them to go astray.
The price to help these people off course is very great to pay…
But the result of our decisions to help these people would be greater in repay.