Insane

slewing into despair

I sit -- alone.

my head pounding

against a hardened surface,

I consider. Perhaps

shooting stars are the moon’s tears;

we must bleed

so that the heart may cry.

I sit -- and wonder

conceivably, we are all

Insane.

each with our own twisted

version of sanity.

does a sane mind exist?

literature, art, musical compositions,

the creations of wonder

awe, love, pain and

terror.

the kind of things that linger

within the depths of our minds

some witness far away.

from a distance,

they too, seek an adventure

down the rabbit hole.

to the very depths of our core,

we are all the same,

Insane.

Reviews

[Alistair (Ali)]

Very good write- and I often wonder what is "normal" - and as for sanity- well, take a look at the World, how have we evolved to these extraordinary degrees of separation?- how have we become so disconnected from everything?-
Thought provoking stuff my friend, well done!

[Ariana Omnomnom]

I liked this a lot, it's a very interesting perspective. I feel like perspective isn't the word I'm looking for but it's the one that will have to make due.