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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
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.
ReplyDeleteAfter reading your poem, I feel it coming...closer...closer...
ReplyDeleteThis is pretty much my favorite poem about madness ever.
ReplyDeleteIt reminds me of Emily Dickenson and Shirley Jackson at the same time.
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ReplyDeleteAbsent--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?)