#Poem
The Sadness before the madness
Migom Pegu
Apr 05, 2022 • 1 min read
The sun to him doesn't shine anymore.
What wears his face isn’t the smile of before.
The unending blanket of dead stars do twinkle.
What joy can this truth in his laughter mirror!
Light from dead memories stocks his sad;
And madness too is now in store.