"pedersen" poems
when they ask me how I feel,
RAVING MAD will be my response,-as if my soul were ablaze,
my capacity 4 love will far outweigh the rotting black and decayed core within,
where I lock away my rage and keep my sorrow,
just until 2morrow,
ill bury it deep beneath my grey faded skin,
with shots of ***** and mass amounts of sin,
until then,
I try not 2 care,
but find myself again..concerned,
while the world passes me by and I witness it slowly burn,
safe inside my glass box,
I watch,
raving mad,
the clock ticks,
time bends and twists but never stops,
moments of thought pass in a blazing brilliant blinding flash,
allowing myself 2 collapse and crash before the world,
and when they ask me how I feel
ill respond;
raving mad.
- L. Thor Pedersen
Feb 1, 2017
Feb 1, 2017 at 7:55 PM UTC