This Is The Morning Of My Madness Poem by Leila Samarrai

This Is The Morning Of My Madness

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After forty days of hunger

From a bird, eye view perspective's being
entered by a demonic fair
during the devouring of grains of sand
and coral reeds of scorpion tail

One afternoon came to me unexpectedly
Injecting through the lips of starvation

The hour of death

As succulent gaspy and undefined form
of the broken glass
a sweet slate of thirst, like soot, cursed me
in a swollen mouth

This is the groundwork for a well-founded in all aspects.

And they forced me to throw up the bile
epic episode never caught before on
requested picture by of me entering
well placed backings by not chasing dreams

I ignited the wistful fire
memmoring idealistic flash of mad-genius penetrates
circumstances between origins of authenticity.

And I've eaten food pieces
the adhesives to the body as nutritive matter
medically induced straight jacket's ability to correct
and lit long direly needed indulgence of flames.

I cleaned intestines of the brainiac beast
my facets with this blinding echo of eagerness
mad mad carnivore
to the funeral feast.

This is the morning of my madness.

Monday, September 16, 2019
Topic(s) of this poem: madness
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Chinedu Dike 16 September 2019

Really an insightful piece of poetry written in heightened poetic diction with conviction. Thanks for sharing, Leila.

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Gajanan Mishra 16 September 2019

Madness morning, great write. Morning madness

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