Between the Madness and the Apathy

Between the madness Flesh of my Knuckles split and Desquamating shards Shatter upon the crusted Floorboards And the apathy Droplets salty and bitter Brew fermenting the Soot and cinders Beneath my callused splintered Soles Between the madness Fright-mares stampede My anxiety trampled Yet rising, drug by the Stirrups Knocked unconscious And the apathy Dark shadows and Memories blister my bark Like birthmarks Permanently branding my Trauma intensely within the Electric pulses that quake My mind not Seizures but inconsolable Aftershocks Between the madness and the apathy Dim lit illegible maps I set aflame with Sherlocks Glass laser beams decimate the Ants that congregate only in my Hallucinations I am mad as a hatter Apathetic as a father.