The Hallways of My Madness

I pace the floors, alone in the dark, back and forth, and back and forth, again and again, and again again, till a path I wear, a path in the rug, a path in the floor, a path in the hallways of my mind. The mind I am loosing, step by step till it is no more. trapped in this madness this madness of mine, this madness in my mind. My heart it pounds pounds with this madness, beats like my chest can contain it no more. It races out of control, till my lungs can no longer supply the air it requires. So the breaths, they get deeper and their rate, it increases, increases to meet the un-meetable level that can never be met. and I look at the clock, then I look out the window, and I pace and I pace, the clock, the window, pace and pace, the clock, the window, pace and pace, faster and faster, over and over, in a feverish frenzy, like a caged lion, longing to be free, free of this madness that is my cage. This cage born of the past, and born of the fears, and born of the madness, the madness that once was, and is again. The madness that is mine and mine alone. These fears that are etched into my soul, for eternity. They haunt me, they taunt me, til morning's sweet light, as I hide my head under my covers, and wait til the dark to do it all over again. Written February 16th, 1999 © on Oct 16 2001 01:29 AM PST   0 • 1