When You Became Mad I Knew Poem by James McLain

When You Became Mad I knew I was;
The world would then shut it's eyes on me.
Even I must see through you,
so tight you shut my lids,
your trust they see.
I am too old to die,
but each day when you pass,
you grow up too young for me.

Because I see each finger your my mind,
across your lips, I find a deeper truth.
And my truth is the song of some sad mad girl.
Once a woman that now sleeps alone in my shoe.

Walking both ways and so like you and arbitrary,
the sun comes begging back, to late It died for you.


Some clouds,
were not mended for a bed but be it large,
even by your thoughts they are.
Now insanity knows, as it gallops off again,
in search of sleep in fields where kisses die.