***This is the first poem that I have submitted and been rejected on. I am actually laughing because I would have been more shocked if it had been accepted.***
Madness flies
with rose colored wings
through rainbows and unicorns
flights of fancy
that ensure my insanity.
Locked in this world
of bright colors and niceness
oh,
such horrid horrid
niceness.
Out of me seeps blackness
vile and evil
a blight upon this fantasy land
turning the good
into the malignant.
Time and time again
I have tried to run free
time and time again
I have bled
perverting all that you can see.
Feb. 14/18
