A Modicum Of Madness

The swirl of emptiness threatens me with its cobweb opponents as they gather near the tentacles of darkness crouching in the corners of my mind. Flights of fantasy jostle me for prime positions at the show where the gladiators of life gather to do battle with some lost soul. Life portrayed on a large plasma screen delivers struggles of futility forever captured on its screen in the land full of holes, not those from which we’re born, but those where discarded husks are thrown. The madness of a demented mind trapped forever within a child of rage, a kaleidoscope of colours pale dance around the padded cell where bloodied fingernails tell the gruesome tale. Madness trapped with a boy displayed upon a plasma screen at the point where madness crosses into insane, caught within hideous laughter cells devoid of colours waiting to entrap and cleanse the darkness within a mad mind. As the first streaks of daylight, explode through the window evaporating the darkness’s stranglehold of gathering things imaginary, leaking from the mad mind into the tortured night. 29 November 2009