“Madness In My Veins” by Bonnie Boyette


Hidden behind these walls
Caged, hands bound
In the chamber of my madness
I am free to do as I choose
If I want to plot your murder
that is what I do
If I want to burn a church
and speak words that are blasphemous
I get the gasoline ready
and say god is a liar
I want another shot
I get the needle ready
find my vein, see red, push the plunger in
Here I can do anything
without repercussions
Unless what I choose to do
is escape the madness
Locked in a cage, hidden away
My thoughts being detained
for analyzing
Escape has the opposite effect
An oxymoron of its meaning
and its action
Taking me only deeper into my madness