Insanity - Poem by Paul McAnaney
I feel i now struggle with the concept
of reality as i am encased in what
seem s like an eternal tomb of
my own insanity.
As i struggle with what can only be
described as fragility. Constantly
lost in a shroud of unoriginality.
Endlessly searching for my
sanity.Is this just my vanity?
I am now certain that my
path leads to insanity.
Comments about Insanity by Paul McAnaney
Read this poem in other languages
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
Still I Rise
The Road Not Taken
If You Forget Me
Edgar Allan Poe
Stopping By Woods On A Snowy Evening
Do Not Stand At My Grave And Weep
Mary Elizabeth Frye