Madhouse
By Marialexa Kavanaugh
Based on a poem by Dylan Thomas
The deranged have bombarded.
Some people lunatic and mad as hatters.
They weep for the slap of mortality,
Cries inflating the night,
Their fists drumming against our borders.
Yet they enchant and spellbind while glazing the ghostly halls,
Their eyes acute,
Speculating upon the quirks of mankind.
They have arrived imprisoned.
Gripped and locked by the hallucinogenic that is abandoning reality.
Imprisoned by the heavens.
They dance for all to see yet stampede the darkest of places.
Yet they are vibrant in their element.
In the halls of the cryptic asylum.
And possessed by the glitter in their glare,
At the punctuation mark of my journey,
I serve as a witness to the image that gave birth to the sun.
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