I want to outlive my madness.
Or do I
She is still young but maybe
Beginning to understand
It’s the validation from them
That will make sense of it all
And glorify the angst
It’s poetry now – they said so
So brilliant and intuitive
To have recognized
Where the others simply dismissed
Too taxing to fully embrace
The prose of despair
Melancholy on a good day
Is that not living
Or are the dreams that true reality
Beyond escape
But only when the
Toilets all flush
And I’m fully clothed
Brave and confident
Sadly it’s always a mix
And lately leaning
On that darkness

Cannot escape
Violas gift
I accept
This is me
I am
Your Rain King
Canim