About the Poem
This is a quickie that came to me while I was in a fit of depression and anxiety. Writing it gave me immediate respite from the difficult time I was in.
I wrote it in the back of my Kiteredge Shakespeare's Hamlet. Spontaneously, and in rhyming iambic pentameter (I think)., back when I had a brain. That iambic pentameter is infectious!
The streets were the streets of Cambridge, MA. The madness was the torment of an unrequited love.
*That's con-fus-ed (three syllables), ya'll :)
|by Burton Keeble|
|And how in this confused state,
My bodiless legs have strode these streets,
Wherein my mind my madness meets,
My grievous troubled soul to mate,
And give birth to sorrow ; then entreats,
Me welcome change and troubles to abate.