So it came to be
whence the highlight of their days
are given to delusions and meaningless scribble
devoid of sanity and seasoned in gloom and green bile
****** in mental chains as wretched oarers to plunge murky depths
stirring fetid mud and excavating the swampy slimes of their malaise
in the orifices of lost minds and lame askew prophecies
zealots of lamentable pales strife in vacuous toil
and in unbeknown vivid stupor
none doth seize sanity to ask
when did it go so wrong
for us all
but
they were born in caves
we cannot expect much
for they can only see
the reflections
on the wall
shadows