Madness
Madness lurks around every corner;
It waits to be called.
Madness is waiting to attack you,
To beat you up.
Madness is ready to consume you,
To take over every aspect of your life.
Madness is ready to drive you insane;
Insane enough to let yourself die.
Madness roams around in Azkaban,
Waiting to take its next victim.
End Notes: Thank you for reading this short poem. I would love to know what you thought about it. I can take any kind of criticism for my first poem. Did you like it? Hate it? You can tell me in a review.