We Who Are Mad! Poem by Eric Cockrell
We Who Are Mad!
we who are mad,
do not carry the torches,
do not run through the night,
do not babble with tongues.
for we are fire!
and we are the darkness!
and the language we speak,
is not bound by words!
I got to agree with you on this one. Madness is thinking inside the box.
Like it, I have been told many times I am mad, but like I keep telling everyone, it is them who is Mad and me who is normal, a great poem.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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we who are mad consume ourselves willingly in the hope that light given may warm the heart of a few others