Madness

Voices in my head loudly chatter.

All coherent thoughts shatter.

I stumble lost listening to the rain patter.

The hallucinations that unfurl before me do flatter.

My clothing is fashioned with rags a tatter.

Traces of blood from scratches a splatter.

Never silence, loud booming noises clatter.

But not all is lost, there are those that still matter.

Who am I? Why deary, clearly I’m the mad hatter.