Wake up every day,
And expect change,
Hope for the world to spin the other way,
This is a mad man’s game,
Carry on as they say,
Look the other way,
Watch the mad man run away,
Innocence lost,
A luxury difficult to obtain,
And as desire cries for escape,
Lock her away,
Another day of the mad man’s game.
Comments
Very potent,
Very potent poem, with a mallady of want. I believe that your poem needs a bit more punch, it just falls short of being a great write. Regards Roscoe..