Apprehensions and sentimental feelings all riotously riled into one unspeakable imprisonment
Between sanity of self and peripherally paralysing Madness
The capital letters speak for themselves, oh, yes –
Bothered by unanimous encroachment and unfair dismissal
Of a brilliantly rational and beautiful brain
Brutalised and insistently estranged from itself a-mile-a-minute. And these wishes to fail at adhering to the Devil with-in will speak for themselves: loud and voluminous, however never quite loud enough to amplify the gifted nature of his utter awareness
Whip-smart and having to start from the very start, with each of every brand new and Maddening day
A badly displayed version of an imperfect person, perhaps. Such is the crux that gets to call itself sophisticated OCD…
Upon the insides of his malnourished mind
When his mind doesn’t wish to mind anymore.
Is he really writing his very own eulogy without even realising it though?
Possibly. Agonisingly … momentarily managing to dance
With both mediocrity and brilliance—which irrefutably go hand-in-hand
A landscape destroyed. Even if his imagination is still standing.