A Soul to kill

I have madness not of mind but of soul
A Malady born in the recognition
I author pain
I shelter it
A calamitous embryonic node
Swaddled in the ethereal soul
I’ve learned to love its receival
Mocked by the mirrior in the lonely hours
My nemesis bids me fruition of infant madness
Should I grasp the molding straw that is my past?
The cloying scent of decay and fungal resolution
Shall I hold it like a shaking a lover giving power to darker conceptions?
Warrior? Come out and plaaay.
Womanizer don your formals there is mischief to embrace
Drunkard goad the bad ass lets walk the walk
Crazy damn poet, there are extremes to embrace
There is a world to grieve
There are loves to hold.
Bartender another double of abuse please
I have madness not of mind but of soul


(c) Michael Garland 09/02/2016