Friday, February 27, 2009

Madness

MADNESS is like a pressure point.
Pain with intense in your body.
Others can’t take anymore.
Pressure, mood, intense.
Frustration comes to a point.
Others can’t concentrate.
Fillings burn.
Memories have no existence.
Difficulty happens.
Questions explode, maybe rumors.
Resisting or refusing.
With no answers.
And unawareness.
Confidence comes.
Approaching fears.
So, make.
MADNESS
NO FEAR.

3 comments:

Anonymous said...

i like your poem!

Anonymous said...

i agree with u it is like a presure and stuff i like wa u got there

Alfredo

Anonymous said...

crazy but good