contemplativeMadman
Bonus Poem for Day 006 – 20150106
Madman they call me,
though peaceful I may be.
There is a story behind this,
one of depression’s life choices
Choose one please,
my depression pleads.
Madness or death,
this is your choice.
Constant companion,
faithful enslaver,
you treat me well
with these offered flavors.
I think them uneven,
with death being life ceasing,
while madness nurtures
continued life dementia.
I think I'll choose
madness, waking insanity,
as the lesser of evils,
my sincere oppressor.
Madness will fuel my thoughts,
invoke my appetites,
and color my world
with vibrant lunacy.
Insane I may be,
and alive I still am.
Depression has made it so,
this companion of mine.
I'll drain the hurt
with art unreserved.
Turn outward
the pain felt within.
Words will flow
from measured psychosis
lessen the pressure,
embrace the distraction.
I've made my choice,
and here I stand
less of a victim,
and more of a madman.
© 2015. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved.
