Luis Figueroa |
You’re only given a little spark of madness.
You mustn’t lose it.
Robin Williams
eyes blinded by the piercing sun;
reaching out to clutch the clouds
unable to grasp their molecules;
tears of sweet bliss shed as the wind pierces bare flesh
the familiarity of inevitability develops
as one might expect when approaching death;
the reaper of souls a familiar companion
for life has never held any form of value;
madness everlasting—consuming the soul
however the madness mustn’t be lost
for it’s the only reminder
of life’s bitter cruelty;
spectators gathered on the sidewalk below
gasping in horror and fear;
the fuse thought to be burnt out took hold to a single spark
courage emanating through veins
and then the leap of faith
life’s hardships seldom cease to quit as the world collapses around you,
death is the only escape.