The Hallways of My Madness

Copyright ©1999 by Richard J. Sereday Jr.
All rights reserved

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.
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