Madness is a guise few can wear well,
Consuming most before they can live to tell the tale.
Like a shark in dark, murky waters
Striking unexpectedly.
Their smiles, deadlier than knives
And far more subtle than guns.
A grin, a handshake, and a kind word:
Superficial hollowpoint ammunition
This is not politeness.
Being polite is a form of insanity
As only the most deranged
Can smile blindly at an insult.
Madness is scheming
Always sizing up its prey
Alongside the benefits of a quick kill.
It cannot sleep; it hungers.
Madness begets madness
There is no break from its cyclical grasp.
When one slips, he falls away from himself
And takes up the mantle of a mad man.
There is no escape
As those of us wishing to escape
The grasp of our own fueled anger
Claw desperately to flee our cage.
Our peril is unknown to those around us
Because, to the world, the illusion of normalcy is complete.
There can be no doubt, no questioning of our sanity.
We maintain plausible deniability.
A contest entry
- write me a web of words. by deadpixie020.
700 points, ended September 11, 2008, 20 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
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Our peril is unknown to those around us
Because, to the world, the illusion of normalcy is complete.
There can be no doubt, no questioning of our sanity.
We maintain plausible deniability.
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i like that stanza
its a good end to the poem
goodluck in the contest -
There is no escape
As those of us wishing to escape
The grasp of our own fueled anger
Claw desparately to flee our cage.
desparately --> desperately
other than that, I love the imagery & emotions behind this piece.
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