Insanity

By Peter J Marcroft


I lie alone, counting the soft white bricks of my cell,
Watching all areas, I keep hold of my power,
Contrary to belief, inside here is not a hell,
More like a room, where forbidden thoughts flower.

What I was is nothing more than a distant past,
Before my mind played tricks and I saw them all,
Sanity fades, like life it cannot last,
So I readied myself, to answer their call.

Then fame found me, and I was adored by men in white,
How was I to know their interest was shallow?
Just as I began to think that my star shone bright,
I got abandoned here, like a field left fallow.

Yet I am safe here, while the world sells its soul
To greedy corporations, and surrender to conformity,
I smile as I rot away, down in my hole,
While the world out there, is reduced to lunacy.