In Madness, No Time

In Madness, No Time

They come in through the holes
	in the walls 
They torment me so, in my dreams
	I am awake, shake me not
	I might brake
In the light, I see darkness
	in escapable pits, despair!
	alas, I am down there
Lo, I am forsaken by them all
	the ones to guide me to the hall
Bright the lights in my eye
	yet all I see is dim
	visions of nigh
Written on the walls
	in orange dotted lines
In madness 
	no time

10/18/21 – Andy McRae

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Andy McRae

I have been writing poetry for the last 13 years. It all started as an assignment for a creative writing course. I never thought I would like writing, as I am dyslexic and language was always a struggle for me, but I fell in love with the art form in that class.

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