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