The gauntlets of darkness compress my brain
Feeling constantly stoned, drunk with too much wine
Yet I have partaken of neither grape nor herb in years!
My eyes are not in sync as I stumble around
like a Dickens character trapped inside an unfinished novel
Never to be read or published
Flitting from page to page searching for my lines
For my own story within this crazy story…
These days, even though I sleep longer, I still find no rest
I dread waking up! Oh! so grateful I do…
Has my God left me? Am I deluded?
Sent out of his pity?
For to see the wretched humanity deep within my soul
would be too much sorrow for a man to bear…
Am I a lost boy to conscience?
Alone running through a petrified forest
Thunder, lightning overhead, my own 1812 overture
While shrieking ravens fly above
Mocking! Mocking! Mocking!
Dark ravens of madness that now forever fly inside my head
Mocking! Mocking! Mocking!………………
M C Bolton 2021 @MarkCBolton1