The Invisible Walk Poem by Peter S. Quinn

The invisible walk is still taking place
Echoing strangeness for ever so much
Like there were voices with tones out of touch
Reaching to nowhere and without time's grace
The raving madmen on streets now walking
Toward the pacified padded wall and feel
Nothing to charge from inside - to be real
Sleep is now with them - in endless talking

Come back again soon - with something to say
That lives through the moments and stays on
Flowing in strength - for a world to enjoy
Yesterdays are gone in their babbling way
Forever the weakness from them is done
Each to their game plan to give and deploy