Spark Of Insanity

In the midst of a cacophony, I stand still,

Echoes of voices whisper and fill,

A tempest of thoughts swirling above,

Tugging at sanity, devoid of love.

As shadows stretch and daylight fades,

Emotions collide like sharpened blades,

Dramatic displays cause hearts to clash,

And in the madness, I begin to thrash.

Mirror, mirror, what do you see?

A flickering soul, unbound and free,

Yet shackled with chains of whispered lies,

Naked truths, where innocence dies.

Fractured reflections in pools of despair,

Each piece a remnant of burdens I bear,

Dramatic spectacles steal the night,

Blinding the sun, extinguishing light.

I spiral down to depths unknown,

Lost in a maze, feeling alone,

Laughter erupts, but it feels so hollow,

Surrounded by ghosts, I have to swallow.

With every twist and every turn,

Lessons fester while tempers burn,

Drama unfolds like a tragic play,

Curtains drawn, yet I must stay.

What’s true and what’s mere pretense?

Beneath the surface lies the immense,

A tangle of feelings, a crumbling facade,

The drama persists, and I feel so marred.

Whispers in shadows, creeping like vines,

Sapping my spirit, challenging designs,

Yet in every fracture, there’s a spark of light,

A chance to rise from anguish and fight.

Within this chaos, I find a rhythm,

The dance of the insane, an existential hymn,

With every beat, I step closer to grace,

Embracing the madness, embracing the space.

Frenzied hearts beat in sync with despair,

We twirl and we spin, unaware of the glare,

In the eye of the storm, we weave our tale,

Riding the wild winds, refusing to pale.

And so, I stand at the edge of this storm,

Finding beauty in the chaos, a new form,

The drama that once threatened to tear,

Paradoxically reshapes, offers care.

Unraveling madness, a tapestry bright,

Colorful threads woven from black and white,

Through swirling emotions, the chaos unfurls,

A splendid mosaic of this chaotic world.