The Mad Man's Diary Poem by Hadi Mahdi
The Mad Man's Diary
Somewhere inside,
It was born!
A fearful thought,
A river of blood,
A painful truth soaked in mud!
Insanity…
Like chains running through me,
Within my veins, and agony
It’s a bottomless black lake
It’s a creation for hell’s sake
Like demons wandering free
Eating my soul, I cannot flee
What used to matter…not anymore?
Only graves and grieves…
And shattered doors!
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