The Paradox of Insanity

The Paradox of Insanity

O my worst fear that I wish to expel,

A masterpiece refuse all to accept.

The hidden pain that I so well dispel

Old losses reminiscing I’m inept.

“Why not you read my work?” I ask of you.

The sad belligerence of negligence

With no acknowledgement they part, “Adieu”

The mind’s a marvel of omnipotence.

My indecision finally resolved,

For naught reflecting my insanity.

Oh that which wishes to be left unsolved

But say, what is this inhumanity?

The paradox of this I will dare share:

Insanity’s the sanest thing I bear.