CrAzY PoEm

Brandon Blake

The Crazy Train speeds down the hot summer tracks
Boxcars full of deranged people
white padded rooms
people screaming and yelling die die die
train crashes in morning
insanity is unleashed into the civilized world
new souls will be possessed
more hysterical laughing
more strange childhoods
loneliness will do more harm
love will have a stronger effect
is this the end? 
or is this just everyday life?