by Syd Thompson

Created on: April 27, 2009

Goes Mad...

And days like this

all alone and with the sun

hiding behind some

grey cloud in the sky.

The sidewalk like

a plate of endless stretching

The cars going by

without a care as to how or why

A person goes mad.

How many days

like this

Drift along like hollow eyes

glazing over those that'd died

And days like this

with a smoking gun and

a few smoking sons

spread amongst those of us that'd run

A person goes mad.

How many days

like this

Beat against the dead trees

wanting more money from

you and me.

And days like this

holding this wicked smirk

only wishing to hurt

the ones closest

the ones that can't

wait - give up

A person goes mad.

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