Poemorama at Paper Poetry
Sanity: An illusion
Free Verse
Introspection of oneself,
Contemplation of life,
Reflection of one’s identity,
Sanity is what one tries to find.
Some call it madness,
Others call it crazy,
And looking within oneself,
Sanity is what one does never find.
Some illusions are more visible than others,
Not all tricks are deceiving,
Because we all call ourselves sane,
But reality is not worth believing.
Try not to worry, for what you read might make you,
And when you do introspect you will realize,
That sanity was just an illusion,
Always visible, but hidden under the cover of insanity.
*This free verse is just an abstract display of modern art, and it does not contain any moral values. A kind request from my side would be to refrain from relating to it directly. *
Hope you like the verse. Have a good day:)
I am contributing this piece to Paper Poetry’s Poemorama poetry celebration, prompt 6: free verse —
