Madness at Last!

a sad poem about madness

The leaves have dried on the trees
of my weathered mind
What once was beauty
Now is what beauty left behind
I watch the moon drift overhead
The mountain tops
Poking into the sky
I dream of a day I can awake
And know truth from falsity
Is there a way to embrace
the clouds so fluffy in their charm
With magic dying softly
In your arms, we dress
We wander often in regress
do not worry, my dear
For I am the mockingbird
At last, I am mad here
A great cry, it was had
For I have lost all that could be
My heart at least can flee
These aching dreams can rest
These wings now bested
What was that? A memory
Now what's left of me
A prism for the world to see

Madness at last

A world that I could be