THE POET

This is the battle, of the poet against the paper
with the quill and vial, pen and ink, key to screen.
He is crazy, beyond recognition, and he will never recover
since the day, he place a pen on paper
he sealed his destiny of lunacy
bounded by his script and writing, and his imagination
is his insanity
but bounded also into the land of the insane
without a ship nor vessel
just his mind
and those in his mind, but they are all insane.