my mind is a sublime
city built in dreams
where the nightmares schemes
to steal away joy like crime
and no matter how many times
they are arrested and in court
the sentence is one that is short
lived, like the life of a mayfly
and the people ask me why?

why I would even make wine
from such a rotten grapevine
and let this cup over flow
like Noah's ark rain minus
the beautiful rainbow
that should come after
the scream in anger how
I cover the tears with laughter

they yell I am so night and day
and every word that I say
to other people, being caring
I need to start sharing
with my own self, but instead
I only let the poison spread
until I am in intensive care

I stand unaware
I put my self here
until the flowers fall over me
like the sun over the sea
but then a moment will come
and my joy is resurrected
and I realize I was being dumb
and my sickness is disinfected