On the edge of madness

Summer has come to an end

Autumn is at the door

Winter just around the bend

Spring was less than expected

Today was unprecedented

No rest had come the night before

Discontentment fed the machine

Happiness was never met

Greed grew from a selected few

Until they were all we knew

Spilling into the middle

Guarding their debt

Followed one after the other

Marching to the edge, no sideward glance

Are you keeping up? 

Are you wanting more?

-Camille Delaquise

This poem appears in The Precipice, Camille’s third contemporary poetry collection. On the edge of madness reflects on the restless momentum of a culture driven by greed, dissatisfaction, and false aspiration — asking what becomes of a society that keeps marching forward without ever questioning where it is being led.