Blue Lightning

I hated the moments

When I saw madness in his eyes

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Typically rare

Always terrifying

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Bright, gleaming lightning

Streaming from a pale youthful face

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I never knew

If it was my madness or his own

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Or inherited from elsewhere

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There was plenty to go around

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I had spent years helping him

Knowing what it was like

To fight that demon

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Armed with years

Of therapy and reflection

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I knew the demon

I knew many demons

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But what terrified me most

Was that I was looking at pain

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The thought terrifies me still