there’s a madness in my mind
a quiet craziness
fuelled by a fire
i cannot control
a silent voice
whispers worries in my ear
i can see the future – it’s not a gift
it holds me back when the day is young
middle aged or old –
i’ve been told
to fly away
from the black, the grey
but tell me, when i’m gone
who else is there to share
the burden, that heartbreaking load
of life’s unfair fate?
Den Andel, oktober 2024