POETRY: A TEA SPOON OF MADNESS – PROSPER OGWA

A TEA SPOON OF MADNESS
Trying to understand the true meaning of madness is the height of folly; adjusting to an insane world is total foolishness.
How do I explain the lunacy of humanity.
The insanity in our society.
The fury in particular.
Mans divine madness.

Our life is lived with times of madness divine
Our existence easily seize when enthusiasm and excitement becomes restrained.
The time of silence, ungovernable rage, extreme folly.
Days of our shadow in a closet.
Mirror a comforter of ourselves.
Our reflection the drama that gives meaning to our performance.
Tears an interpreter of our story.
Nasty feelings, silly beginnings, rough ending, tough going.
Madness is a gift you cannot explain.
A relief of the pain.
A character that baskets emotions.
Mad comes from within.
Baptisms of sip and dip.
Enhancing the lock and key.
Control of silence that kills.
Mood like blizzards with a furious blast.
Thoughts of strangeness.
Sort of weirdness.
Strong in weakness.
Afflictions in brightness.
Your life centered in a stage.
A foreign you, madness.
Trying to find a spot that fits your state.
Compromising your feelings for the stage.
All you desire is calmness that wells up from within.
But the world view disturbs your tinniest part of peace.
Uncommon, uncomfortable, unreliable.
Trying to understand the true meaning of madness is the height of folly; adjusting to an insane world is total foolishness.
Every man a tea spoon of madness.