Scared of my thoughts scared of my plots,
Out of my mind fear I had been lost,
My consciousness tells me am about to die,
My mind argues telling me it’s a lie,
Suspicious of those who pass by suspicious of those nearby,
Sleep is the cousin of death so I chose insomnia,
Superstitious over every little detail and every little Intel,
My mind was the FBI and my consciousness the navy seals,
To investigate and deliberate it had the greatest skill,
In no other bureau did my trust instill,
Walking past people I could see their inner thoughts,
I could hear their soul’s intrinsic doubts,
It was a gift I had suddenly acquired,
Little did I know I was on the edge of insanity?
What I was seeing was away from reality,
What I was hearing was my thoughts conformity,
Conformity to my apparent reality which is insanity,
I had gone past the land of the insane on to madness,
I was on the brink of madness,
I never knew what was best insanity or madness,
Even now I don’t trust my thoughts because they have once driven me insane,
Not only that but twice driven me mad,
To many it might seem sad to experience all these things,
But to me am thankful because I no longer a stranger to these things,
In these lands I have visited I know my way out,
My salvation and rescuer has and will always be JESUS,
For in him I have found that neither insanity nor madness,
In him I have found sanity and peace of mind………
BY ISSAI