White-Canvas

Madness: A Poem

Madness is a fresh breath, or a smothering cloak

Insanity can set you free, or force you to slowly choke

It can confine, set you apart in ways not good

But it can let you see the magic in the otherwise dead wood

A little mania, and a picture can appear on the canvas white

But a dose too much and you will have a very sleepless night

For many it’s a curse, they fear the pull of madness

But it can also be a blessing, a slightly refreshing gladness

A tiny insanity, a trickle of mania and a happy man you can be

Beware too much though, or it can become you permanently