We Are Mad Poem by Lev Brekhman

We Are Mad



The sound of your words
Can carry you away.
Away from life's turds,
From darkness-filled days.
You speak - and you believe,
That red is really green.
But - silence? No reprieve.
Except the deepest spleen.

Monday, November 3, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: irony
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