Madness

A poetry written in physical and mental trance.

Don’t you
sometimes want to lose
all your reasons, and
act in madness,
and let each grey thickening cell
act on its own,
free from unison
of logic and rationality?

Don’t you
ever wish to drop dead, and
watch your rotting, lifeless body
and merry
your freedom
from social insanity?

I close my eyes
in my poetic trance,
oblivious of this world,
like a dead man,
my spirit more alive, and
my thoughts
run amok
bordering on madness.