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 โ€“ Andy McRae

INK 2

INK II
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Words flowing
Like a fountain of oil
Ink
From the mind
Covering all in script
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I cannot contain
The fount of ink
Blackens out the page
With darkened letters
Words poisoned
Ink stained
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Reading what was written
I find nothing but the unforgiveable
Ink smudges on my hand
On my face, crawling in
Sanity bending whim
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Ink
A simple thing
Sitting in a jar
Take it out
And madness
Is not far
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Ink.
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6/25/20 โ€“ Andy McRae

This poem revisits the idea of Ink being this powerful force. Here is the original INK