Sanity,
Is such a thing,
that I have come to know,
And I have come to loathe.
I have gone too Deep,
And I have yearned to keep,
My Sanity,
I'm losing the grip,
It's beginning to slip,
all away, from me,
My Sanity
Author's Notes/Comments:
I haven't written a poem in week's, but throughout that time, my brief hiatus, this poem was forming in my head, and it's been rolling around in it for week's, until now, and it has come out. Potentially Unfinished, and just beginnin', I believe.