Ode to Bedlam - Author & Punisher

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