Ensemble in Madness

Fri, 07/26/2013 - 18:03 -- mrg7672


My skull cracks
Against the wall at
Of the cell doors.


Patients’ constant banter
Jackhammers into my brain.


The wailing coerces
With the others
That only I know.


Like a screeching symphony,
Trumpeters blare supplemented
By shrieking fiddlers.


The players manipulate
Their instruments
With insane skill.


My skull is the crucial


I beat my drum
For it is the head drum.


My drum snares
Me as the finale approaches.


I beat upon it
Until the skin wears thin.


It snaps. I snap.


The finale approaches.
The orchestra is silenced.


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