Poem; between genius and madness
A page in the diary "My diary"
Written by steffan 22. Nov 2008 06:56 PM
Genius and madness
You could call it a fine line, skating on very thin ice
Call it what you want but it’s me that pay’s the price
I now know, life can sometimes creep in a little thin
You never know when the season may finish or begin
Some people surround you, give the support of family
But still you find yourself drifting off into an open sea
I love the way when joy fills me deep within my heart
Though theirs still days I’m longing for a missing part
This small space I talk of is so tiny others can’t see it
It gives off that sense you may know, a fires been lit
It’s then I’m in trouble and I start thinking with fear
As much as I rationalise the thought doesn’t disappear
Found balancing again at the end of a wobbly old plank
I’m starting to hope I will only fall in a small fish tank
But a fire rages close around me not visible to the eye
Smoke fills my lungs; I gasp for air hoping not to die
Then the ground beneath slowly cracks under my feet
The pressure of the flame isolates me from the crowd
Alone, helpless even if my screams for help are loud
From side to side a gush of wind knocks me falling
The dreaded reality I feel when my line has been cut
That chilling feeling of a saving door of help slam shut
Just behind that door, beneath the ice and in that flame
Are worlds and dimensions one place is never the same
There’s only one place I feel at peace in the arms of trust
A firm embrace, that’s real and not a mind about to bust
So I continue to hold on to my solid faith and not stress
But it sure is a great mystery between genius and madness