Ode to Bedlam

Ode to bedlam fantasy lost its way Trudge through resistance Rows of deadwood patterns of yesterday If there's any faith when morning comes I'll take a message from above A kneeling child along the road Repeating verses from the olde A bitter message from above A bitter path I know Can anybody face the unknown A solitary place to go Pressure mine An existential zone to stimulate the tone Insidious in frame Ode to bedlam fantasy gone astray

Submitted by Infernal Flame — Feb 20, 2026