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.
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3 comments:
i like your poem!
i agree with u it is like a presure and stuff i like wa u got there
Alfredo
crazy but good
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