2006-06-27

Madness creeps

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It sneaks along

it comes up

it taps your shoulder

then it runs away.

Madness creeps

It sneaks along

it comes up

it taps your shoulder

then it runs away.

Madness creeps

It sneaks along

it comes up

it taps your shoulder

then it runs away.

Madness creeps

It sneaks along

it comes up

it taps your shoulder

then it runs away.

Madness creeps

It sneaks along

it comes up

it taps your shoulder

then it runs away.

Madness creeps

It sneaks along

it comes up

it taps your shoulder

then it runs away.

And then it has you.

Madness creeps

6 comments:

  1. Thanks for ruining the ending of my life! Now there are no surprises for me...I always though I'd get away first before it overcame me.

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  2. After reading your poem, I feel it coming...closer...closer...

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  3. This is pretty much my favorite poem about madness ever.

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  4. It reminds me of Emily Dickenson and Shirley Jackson at the same time.

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  5. .

    Absent--that's about the coolest thing anyone has ever said about my writing ever. And I'm glad the rest of you liked it too.

    It's funny, when I was writing it I didn't think of it as a "poem" at all.



    (Miss A--what are the contenders?)

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