That Way Madness Lies

A Sonnet found in a deserted madhouse

Wild ayes and noes resound inside my brain Indicative of something I suppose, Who has it? Do the noes or ayes? Who knows? To me the ayes and noes are all insane. I had a deal; a deal I had for sure, The only deal that dealt with all ahead, I put it forward. ‘Here’s the deal,’ I said, A deal I’d offered many times before. Now ‘deal, no deal’ with ‘ayes and noes’ all scream Like frenzied ghosts inside my addled mind Yet, running free through fields of gold, I find Cold comfort in a strange recurring dream: I gloat while all my foes and so-called friends Fall on their swords and meet their grizzly ends.