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