Occasional Madness Poem by Green Leaf

Eyes tired by the over caring watchfulness.
Watchfulness on the room of your mind.
Looking inside it with a broken flashlight.
Sometimes, just for a glimpse, sheding waves of clarity
Over the nakedness of reality.

In these solemn moments, words reach like a voice pitch
Yet the reach is just at the entrance, too shy to go down the ditch
In the mad man’s house of crumbling cards.

Words grasped, yet concluded.
The golem demolished their reason before these have started to reveal it.
Cast away and given the same clothes of uniform thinking,
Too scared to let them just be and unfold the meaning.
This process of thinking lies hidden in darkness,
Protected by layers of thick walls, that crumble.
Walls crafted too blindly in deep discontent.
A scholar achievement, that blows most away
The reason however is to flee away.

Yet this monument of scholar achievement,
Is taking away shy thoughts of true freedom,
Creating instead a world of illusion,
Of hatred and scorn,
Towards those who do care and try just to help.

It’s not hate on them, it’s just hate on self,
For how can you love if you hate yourself.
And how can you be, when you aren’t yourself,
But part of yourself, descuised as yourself.
Its madness that sprouts and chokes all yourself.
Leaving behind the ghost of yourself.
Hiding from all in mind’s inner shelf.