Day of the Dead
Mixed Media
Jaelyn Kelly
Class of 2017
World of a Madman
Mary Carson
Class of 2017
In the beginning, I ran from the guilt and fled from the pain.
Overcome with sorrow, for I feared tomorrow. The further I ran the
heavier the load. Keeping my head up while my spirit was low.
I yearned for a hand, but was grabbed by the ankles from a shadow
of a man, dragged into darkness, driven out of sanity. I wailed to the
world. Took the fate of others and held it in my hand.
My vision was blurred, my heart contorted by the thoughts I
possessed. The days grew longer, buried with thirst for the night and the
vast darkness that went on eternally.
Dragged into darkness by a shadow of a man. Dragged into hell,
without a helping hand. I saw my own reflection, the tears overflowed.
A madman is what I have become.
My hands stained, I grinned and laughed like a lunatic, my sense
of justice blurred. My conscience was sinister, an unrighteous metamorphosis.
My final moments in the light, seeing the bodies of the dead.
I smirked at the world; a madman is not what I am.
For I am not human; I have become a being of the underworld.
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