'A Mad World' - A Poem By Stewart Storrar






What does it feel like,
To be on the cusp of everything,
Yet to be clasping at straws?

Where does it go?
This feeling of marvel,
Shrouded by anguish.

How does it happen?
That weight of the gods,
Pins your soul to the devil.

In what world do the virtuous,
Become the villainous,
In a dire struggle for the now.

Gone is the face of peace,
Corrupted by the veil of greed.

It is a mad world,
Yes.

A mad world.




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