Delusions
A thousand bees never settling down
buzzed within his head
Their confused drone, into a ruffled rumble grew,
lengthening into frenzied drum beats,
taking the might of roaring waves
or gaining the momentum
of a plane, prior to take off.
Mind lacking coordination
Limbs receiving discordant commands
He suddenly hurtled in to the streets
Stepping out from regimented norms
And breaking loose the tether of reason,
Never walking, never running
But scuttling from side to side
Like a piece of drift wood over the current.
Hearing the cawing of a crow
Suddenly, he into a prophet grew
Stood with arms outstretched
waiting for the crumb of bread
to be dropped
in the manner Elijah was fed
by the raven in his lonesome cave.
Seeing the audience swelling bigger
He was enthused, greatly cheered
The riff- raff and the scraps
Swarmed around to see the show.
Mounting the steps to the pulpit,
In unfaltering voice
And with fire in his words,
To the congregation,
surveying him with fun and sneer,
He thundered………
"The Doom's day is near"
With finality in his tone, he said
"Repent and flee from the wrath to come
The tree that doesn't bring forth
Good fruits shall be hewn down
And cast into eternal fire."
The transition was quite easy
He scurried from Elijah to John the Baptist
And from John the Baptist to Elijah
Oscillating between
Sense and non-sense.
poem by Valsa George
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