what will i do when i find out later on <br />that the poetry <br />that keeps me <br />holding on <br />is mundane <br />twaddle <br />and isn't art <br />but flaunting <br />my madness in public? <br /> <br />will i brood in madness <br />get committed again <br />or go ruthless on myself <br />and cast my soul <br />far from the eyesight <br />of g-d?<br /><br />r james sterzinger<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/losing-faith-in-the-muse/
