Madness Poem by Fiona Davidson

Your face, purple in its raging
Hangs in the air before me
Calm, its so much more engaging
As I hide amongst all the debris

Words begin to enter into the arena
Sharpened teeth, tipped with poison
Greedy to pierce like a clan of hyena
And you alone are the chosen

Sliding down that trail, well worn
Recognizing the pitted surface
Mourning the death of a love unborn
How I wish I had read the preface

You and I stand, face to face, in sadness
Bright life blood flows from our madness