Pitter Patter
Fall the rain
The dwelling
Bedlam of London
Residence of the insane
Behind metal rusted bars
Shall they forever remain
Raving madmen
Who chose with the mind's chaos to lay
How many poets
Are in the echoing screams
The artist's visions
In lifeless eyes
A vacant being
The mad king rife with venom
Sitting upon corruption's throne
The sculptor
Genius hands
Frozen into stone
Frightened into psychosis
For fear of being alone
Pitter Patter
The maniacs clatter
Lightly falls the rain
Upon the dark roof
As the lunatics howl
Pitter Patter
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Tammy M Darby