Childhood Alone Poem by Peter S. Quinn

Mad was he yes quite mad was he
In all his aspects and rivalry
What he saw was in shadows glow
The acquaintance of dark that never go
Passion of fragrances from within
The dimly moods of a twisted spin
From youth of sorrow and depraving
Dreams where forgotten in his craving
Images that rolled in love and hate
Childhood alone in the darkish debate
He was a torrent from inside drawn
Wings of the dark that couldn't see dawn
Feeling of depths from good and ill
All his wanderings onward to fill
Dimness that touched his footsteps by
Drawn from life’s glow only gloomy sky
Binding together each his mystery
Never in freedom to become free
Unknown to the sun into the deep
Lightening from storm was his to keep
Seethe of his dark and darkish cloud
Made him always lonely among the crowd