Love Sonnet XXXII

....running from sanity

Love Sonnet XXXII

 

 

Madness purges me from

sanity, unhinging my sense

of reality as it rages through

my mind. Was I ever

 

sane? Did I ever carry

a flame for you? Or was it

just imaginary filaments

of dust gathering haphazardly

 

on your side of our bed.

Poe once said, “I am a writer,

how can I be sane?” True,

 

but I would add, “I have

and will continue to love, hence,

I am insane!”

 

Aztec Warrior / redzone 2.11.25

Author's Note

....thanks for reading