Not Just Rain Poem by Darby Christopher

Burned all my poems once
thought it would make madness disappear
that was just another form of fear

had a few really felt pure
may never again write so sure

many i've found amongst my cluttered head
which during intervals certainly seemed dead

but my mind is back again appearing better than ever
crazy amazing after so much sever

the missed ones may never come
glad to have remembered some

now i can write without pain
today in my head its not all rain