Everyone gets close to this at one time or another, it's just part of the deal. |
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Near MadnessA time when lights could not be shut off,even with their cords pulled from the wall Harsh and bright and made of nameless stuff, the hidden facet of my every wish and fear shining for friends and enemies alike to see A time when every word, spoken low and softly, rang amplified a thousand times and more, shouted from rooftops and silent streets My every thought a known thing, naked No secret too submerged for common view A time of weariness and wariness combined Close to madness, yet not so well defined A transparency of soul, if soul I even have Where’s the madness to be seen through glass? A life better lived with un-curtained windows Comfort to be had, a settlement of all disputes, where those for and those against can come to see well lit, amplified, diaphanous displays of every treasured love and art I hold No longer covered and withheld, but spent |
This poem is included in Jim Freeman's poetry collection THE SMELL OF TWEED AND TOBACCO available here in print or as an e-Book in your favorite formats. |