Madness

Madness is not having any lines

to cross or draw between

no walls holding you in

safe away from the edge

Madness is the voice that comes

late at night, whispering seductively

how worthless you are

how wretched, how pitiful

Madness is two halves put together again

miraculously leaving a hole

a gaping bottomless chasm

always further to fall

Madness is expecting perfection

amidst mountains of failure

turning one's back to the stars

to scrounge in the dirt

Madness is a sweet poison

whose loathesome drops addict

until at last they overpower

the unsuspecting host

Madness is struggling against self

against nature, despite the odds

because of ideals like fate or duty

or gilt morals with tarnished backs

Madness is hating who you are

and yet loving another

for by giving love, one makes

one's self worthy to receive

Madness is humanity

and humans are mad

for we struggle on day by day

ever towards, sometimes from,

convinced today will be different

certain in our ego and self-importance

forgetting that others struggle too

that at the foundation we are all the same

that lines are drawn for us or by us

voices heard or spoken or sung

falling the start to climbing a new path

digging the way to find our roots

acknowledgement the route to conquer

toil the nature of life

love the nature of man

madness, all