Leaky Boat Poem by Andy Brookes

Reading the sadness between the lines
that crack of darkness, demon eyed.
hidden there within but always ready to ignite
spontaneous and frightening.

such pain distorts the truth or subsumes the mind,
the madness is, I know, not of your making nor others

spaghetti brained, chemically imbalanced
that which makes you to others unreachable
when darkness descends, lies I know, dormant sometimes.
those are the sunshine days but too often the storms rage.

maybeI think it is us that are mad
or maybe the divine spark has caused such pain,
enlightenment to hard to contain, too damning to admit.

that moth attraction, I think, is inbuilt in my psyche
attracts madness'sscreaming predication.
pinning my hopes on fallen stars has always been my curse
backing the horse that's lame,

a perceived life saver when I cannot save myself
who knows, in this turbulent world, that spins endlessly muddled.

all I know is I cannot help you
because I cannot help myself.