Vain! Vain! Vain!
“All is vanity!”
To that tune he danced a jig
along the sharp, unforgiving edge
of that we call “sanity.”
Close, Close, Close.
Again and again,
he flirted and danced
til the day sanity's edge gave way
and headlong and fast, he slipped in.
Where? Where? Where?
Where from sanity?
He fell with a crash, so big,
dancing for his life...what vanity.....
from sane he fell in....sanity.
Only a sane man can say,
“I feel as if I'm going insane”
For the declaration itself clearly demonstrates
a pained, but very clear brain!
Psychoses and delusions,
funnel the ”touched one's” view
into a crystal clear reservoir of an altered world
that, to him, is so totally true.
Thus the one who has slipped
from so-called “normality”
will not say, “I am going crazy.”
He now resides in an in-sanely different totality.
Thanks for smelling the color of this poem!
Robb
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Let's just agree that it is not true at this moment.......
Thanks for reading my "crazy" poetry.
Yes, sanity - insanity (seems "outsanity" would be more accurate)
creativity-madness
genius - savant
The line seems to be very thin, indeed. There's the rub. Would someone who is extremely creative and flirting with the edge want to give up some measure of their creativity to further their distance from the edge???
Thanks man!
P.S. Thought about you when I was driving around BR last week.
Thanks for reading. Its a relief to know that you hold that view!
Thanks for stopping by with your olfactories! As a brief explanation, I work in the field of mental health. I could not help but play with "insanity" and the fact that we go "insane" by leaving "sane." Shouln't we be called "outsane?"