Tags
Broken Seams Poem, Fantasy, Fear, Fiend of Madness, Fiend Poem Series, Fiends, Paranormal, Poetry, Warnings
Many fear that Madness’ presence breaks things we take for granted. Things like the meaning of ‘Up’.
Broken Seams
Can the walls crawl on the floor
and the ceiling ride their backs?
Can the peeling paint
slowly taint
the food you lovingly bring back?
Can the world turn topsy-turvy
and drip bile from your mouth?
The swirling sickness,
flowing thickness,
that threatens to climb back out.
Would you fear a doorway
that hadn’t any door?
Would you fear that doorway
if it hadn’t any floor?
Would you fear that doorway
if it opened on the sky?
And if you stepped through,
let’s just hope
that you had said ‘good bye’.
Can you smell the fear, now?
The sights and sounds around?
The confusing illusions
dripping up
when Madness touches down.
Fear the smell with no scent
and the sight that blinds the mole
the longer you remain near
the deeper you lose your hold
Don’t look back because you might see your face. Just pick a direction and run until you are sure that behind you is the opposite of in front. Have a great day.
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Reblogged this on Kim Koning and commented:
There is something about this post that resonates with me…sometimes the thing we should fear lies within…madness would scare me and make me run more than any other monster…what about you?