Diseases of the minds eye,
as painted by the infirm.
Delusions shared,
in images glared,
and sanity is yearned.
And when the thoughts include chaos,
sometimes images are painted bright.
Symbolic wrought in I won they lost,
don't confuse me facts,
I know I'm right.
One cannot be confused by fact when their mind is made up.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem