The Abstract,
The Madness,
The Spark,
The Way;
All of the ingredients
That play into
The Word
And everything I create.
It’s what makes
These lines
Come out
When everything is
And isn't
Okay.
Ultimately
It's the insanity
That fuels the tools
That keeps me
Sane.
This is my beautiful
Perpetual bane.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem