Wednesday 21st February 2018


And what of this altered state?
What of this world of craziness and confusion?
My eyes see it for I am not blind
The sounds have fallen upon my un-deaf ears
My fears are real
They are not fabricated
Tumult and horror blast away at my senses
Delirium has a small pale face with staring hollow lifeless eyes
Delirium treads in holly places
The state of their delirium kills innocence
And all the time this world hangs their trophies on our minds eye
They hang there alongside our hearts
They hang there weighing heavy on our dreams

John Bish February 21st 2018


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