
I’ve had a temporary insanity
An ought quickly passing profanity
One that sought me and taught me
Something new or else something true
A new insight to see
Something about you or maybe
Just some other new kind of life
One lived in whatever follows strife
But this moment has bled into weeks
And has stained my hours and my sheets
Wonderful and sweet creativity
Salty and deep in its misery
I can’t separate the nows and hows
Living eternally in tandem boughs
What bridges moments with yesterday
And creates these little infinities
My madness makes more most again
But lessened my last forever and then
It turned into a chronic maddening malady
And washed me clean of my dearly held sanity
Now I don’t know what’s up, down, or through
And don’t know if you’re you or who
Is whispering demons in my right ear
Or if angels have blessed me with everything, I fear
-@apoem2you
About the Creator
A poem to you
To you, whoever that may be <3



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