They say that in my words you find, <br />a measurement of mad. <br />Insanity is what you get, <br />by stiffeling the sad. <br />I have keep it frozen hard, <br />pattered down inside. <br />It takes the paper and the pen, <br />to lift it to my eyes. <br />Unfortunately for me it seems, <br />you get to see this side. <br />Makes me wonder has you read, <br />do you feel you need to hide. <br />Secretes that are spoken, <br />and are lifted to the light. <br />I may want to cover, <br />for their fear of whats not right. <br />And darkness that is shown to all, <br />makes weaker of the strong. <br />They say theres madness in my words, <br />their not so far from wrong.<br /><br />saint cynosure ( Ken Bennight )<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/words-of-madness/
