Tuesday, April 26, 2011

madmen

at what point
do you stop,
and turn,
and become
a madman
talking in riddles
on the street,
or finding
yourself fast
asleep curled
in the woods,
or on the corner
with a sign
and a cup, or
staring madly
into the sun.
who has to die,
what needs
to happen
what has
to be said,
or not said,
or done
to put you where
the others
have gone and
can't come back.

1 comment:

Patti said...

your life. it hits home. I'll read more tomorrow. Gotta find out how this story ends. or begins.p