Insanity

Insanity is Madness

Madness is Deranged

and Bedlam and Chaos and Mayhem fight uproariously for center stage.

Yet in the insanity is my inner quiet

and in this quiet

I find there is still Hope.

Because the pandemonium ceases

when I take control.

Words

breed the quiet in my mind 

which let me take over once more,

and teach me

to control the Madness that sometimes scares me. 

For the world cannot control itself,

Its Madness. 

Mine is that of too much thought

with too little space in my mind

to comprehend. 

It is not I 

who calls it Madness

but Others

who tell me to Save Myself...

Yet when the 

Words

fade,

I find Myself missing their beauty.

It is only the new quantities 

of Ideas and Thoughts which I cannot define

that Others fear 

and if I learn to articulate 

these beautiful 

Ideas

I'm not Crazy, but an artist.

So the Insanity

is a sane state of mind

in a reality only I 

can sometimes comprehend 

and Others

never will. 

I am 

the Insanity

the Madness

Deranged

and  

the Bedlam

the Chaos

and the Mayhem

are my Life.

a Life

which I only comprehend.

Sometimes. 

I find Myself,

my sanity,

in 

the Insanity. 

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