The Chaoitic Writer

The madness in my mind pours out of my mouth

in fragments of askew thoughts and drunken

whispers.

My soul leaks out of my crystallized eyes in

streams of nightmares and disfigured dreams

down my cracked cheeks.

The pen races across the page trying to get out

ink smudged words that spill my secrets.

The best writers are the chaotic ones, and the best readers

are the mad ones.