Sane Madness Poem by Aaron Restua

I am groping
at the end of my sane madness,
cherished with chilly thoughts,
and cuddled by ugly toddlers.

No one could ever comprehend
why the sea suddenly stops from flowing;
and then I found myself frowning,
struggling back to an ever after.

I deter myself for having betrayed,
what I know and used to know,
and what is amidst my pounding heart,
beating solely for truth,
and for what I really wanted.

I am mingling
right accross for a past
come and gone to the velvet sheets
of a night of folly and the stony bread,
broken and forsaken.

I stay untited yet untied
with what cuts accross,
with what leaps vast horizons
towards the deep legacy of becoming.

I beg you
not to forsake me,
not to forget me
'coz everything seems to do so...

Trust me,
and I'll hold on to what I promised;
deep within my sane madness,
I'll be hopefully waiting.