Desperate Times

About the Book

Descent into Madness And look into the madness, As it burns its tempered black. Could I remember purity And dream I had it back. But when I write of it, The ink burns to the page, Blots out the virgin white, disguises disgust and rage, Tempers all this living, the art that keeps me sane. We burned in hell to turn this black, To sing this verse and want it back To wonder at the piper’s song That called to us from night’s fall. The innocence has gone to be, To sleep the page and not with me; But with the page the purest white, Until with ink, contempt I write; And cover in the darkest black, All that’s been to Hell and back.

About the Author

Charles Cooper is a graduate of Palm Beach Atlantic College where he started the PBAC Poetry Society. He currently resides in Norfolk, VA where he pursues his graduate education at Old Dominion University, writing, and spending time with his wife Sheila and his new son Brad.