Mad Man Poem by Cheyir Lucas

Mad Man



How do you explain the evil that I've done,
the good that I've never seen,
and if I wrote out my life story some of it would be hard to read,
like ancient scripture it tells of a person who is 'the one',
is he cursed? is he blessed? is he a genius? or is he a mess?
it's hard to explain when your words don't mean a thing,
but its easier to tell when my words are written in solid black ink,
cause nightmares make me blink in my sleep,
theirs always a short version to everything ever scribble scrabble like this,
just read between the lines the message isn't hard to miss.

Thursday, May 8, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: evil,life,words
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