Ive become aware that I'm enslaved, <br />to the despiss of my mind. <br />I have searched the corners four, <br />forever there to find. <br />A comquilent of bitterness, <br />that I know for to share. <br />In a tranquil view of happiness, <br />that mankind doesn't care. <br />The air I breath is air for me, <br />and only my space matters. <br />I'm living proof that all the world, <br />is fatter in its sadness. <br />Which by itself, <br />itself alone, <br />breeds guilt and hands of hollow. <br />Madness is both pill and drink, <br />the hardest thing to swallow.<br /><br />saint cynosure ( Ken Bennight )<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/madness-22/
