The Cost Of Genius Poem by Matthew Holloway

It comes at a price
The state of your mind
For not a moment shall pass
Where a silence shall be found
The thought and thoughts
Deny all sleep
Though who am I
To lay such claim
To relate to such a word
Pretentious moi
A genius most likely not
You are not crazy
It is I that are
Yet still moments persist
Where that idea
The concept of it
Lingers in persistence
As an unrelenting wish
To be or not
And the price of it
Is a sleepless lot