I Write On The Dark Side Of Poetry
Inside the Nightmare
by: Rob Paquin
The madman caught The poet fraught
and in that land of the stormy naught
Burn and crash with the watchman's laugh
Warnings so undefined assail thee
The madman paced the poetic laced
and in that land of the landscaped waste
soot and ash of the knowing thrash
straight as the arrow flies free
The madman burns the poet learns
and on that stage the players turn
another page of unfounded rage
with all the words that cage me
The madman cries the poet dies
and within the tree of life he flies
stoke the flame melt the rain
blinded eyes that cannot see
The madman narcissistic The poet so artistic
and in the waking seems so simplistic
Played the role, payed the toll
NEVER to be set free
~The Snowdog
© TheSnowdog - all rights reserved
by: Rob Paquin
The madman caught The poet fraught
and in that land of the stormy naught
Burn and crash with the watchman's laugh
Warnings so undefined assail thee
The madman paced the poetic laced
and in that land of the landscaped waste
soot and ash of the knowing thrash
straight as the arrow flies free
The madman burns the poet learns
and on that stage the players turn
another page of unfounded rage
with all the words that cage me
The madman cries the poet dies
and within the tree of life he flies
stoke the flame melt the rain
blinded eyes that cannot see
The madman narcissistic The poet so artistic
and in the waking seems so simplistic
Played the role, payed the toll
NEVER to be set free
~The Snowdog
© TheSnowdog - all rights reserved