Madness begets madness
compounds, fractures, splits
a sickly sour fog
fouls every crevasse
of existence
I long to be a pinpoint
a beckoning ray of light
not warning you away
but drawing you inside
to my peaceful island
an oasis of flowers
a brief moment of joy
amongst all the dreadful hours
And hopefully the smile
that stows away on your face
can burst forth
from the haze
and spread good cheer
from place to place
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