Methods of Madness
There is a method to my madness
I know you can't see it
but yet here I am, insisting.
Looking for the right answer
isn't worth the spirals,
often the evidence is contradicting.
You're worried I'm not here
to care for your beloved human being.
If you know where truth lives
you won't search for other paths to freedom,
believe me.
The path to me is not linear
because creating a perfect life
isn't satisfying as poking the bear,
let's stop pretending!
I have given you all the opportunities
to live in harmony
You've looked everywhere, but inside.
So why are you still begging?
It's the madness I'm feeling,
It's the madness for which I am living.
There is a method to my madness
and it the madness I will keep on insisting.
Something wrong with this poem?
Replies are closed for this poem.
If you or someone you know is struggling, you are not alone.
988 Suicide & Crisis Lifeline — call or text 988, 24/7. Crisis Text Line — text HELLO to 741741.
Your Poem's Voice
See what makes your poem unique — its voice, energy, themes, and the literary traditions it draws from.
Comments (0)
Comments are closed for this poem.