Bitter Tempest

[bohemianboswell]

There is a madness in the calm

It swallows and it chews

threatening the overseen existence

There is a darkness in the mind

infecting every thought

plaguing one’s incompetent resistance

Without mercy

Without fire

A festering desire

dancing on the shores of bitter youth

the weeping of the swan

like a child’s murdered song

drowning in the blood of twisted truth