"Sonnetic" Insanity

Sanity escapes the mind in due time-
Give it more and it might come back with haste-
Or it may never return back just fine-
The mind is a beautiful thing to waste.
You wonder what I mean as my pen scribes-
How images assault your very soul-
If I told you, it will be filled with lies-
You won’t understand, that’s just how life goes.
Observe the clouds smile as they dance high up-
Gaze at the oceans content trapped within-
Not once do they ever cry out enough-
Nor do you ever hear them complaining.
‘less you believe storms and waves as weeping,
Collect your mind for better safe keeping.

B. Rosser
April 17, 2006