Tinkling shards of glasses
Strewn over the black asphalt
Gleaming red, as one catches
The moonbeam errant and bright
The scars shined black
Still dripping at the sides
The ache in the body
Manifested and magnified
The fever roared high and strong
As the body struggled to cope
With the mind in chaos
And the heart that broke
I am happy, or may be I am sad
Being human held no joy
Or may be it is just, that feeling too much
Today I have simply have gone mad
N.B. There’s a madness in me (as in everyone else) that I respect and fear. Unleashing it gives me a little respite from the burning. And fever tends to make my sensibilities get overridden, and it lets loose more easily. A couple of weeks earlier when this happened, it was the flu, apparently. Also, no punctuation marks- eloquence needed freedom- as did interpretation. G.
Maverick Misfit 
I don't know whether you are happy or sad, but definitely you are mad!!! 😛
Like always, a really really great description of “Something” in verse.
Ohh btw there are 3 punctuation marks adorning your eloquence. But they're adding a certain direction, a certain flow to the freedom!!!
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madness, is overrated.
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A painfully stirring poem…when pain go beyond the level of tolerance, a permanent escape looks lucrative.
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Interesting post. Thanks for the background. Hope you are well now. Also the title is as interesting as the poem 🙂
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Nice observation! I put no effort on the punctuation marks… which I tend to do afterwards.
And after the long while you've known me, if you think I am mad… I guess I am so 😀
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No way. If anything it is oversimplified and under-rated! 😀
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I hope not. Permanent escape isn't a thing.
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Hahaha, thanks, that's what my thermometer indicated – when the words came rushing. I published the post after getting better though 🙂
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