Poem

Thoughts of a Madman

As I sit here in my favorite chair,
they say I see things that are not there,
some say I should be in a padded room,
I am not mad!
I don’t bay at the moon,
I glanced at my wife as she came down the stairs,
they tell me she was never there,
they say she died a long time ago,
when? I didn’t know,
the years must have flew by like desert sand,
I guess this is just a thought of a madman…

– Brandon Snyder