Poem About Madness

A Poem

Infinitely I decide,
what do I with all this mind
and not a soul who’ll understand
the language spoken when you’re mad.

Mad in love, mad on paper,
mad enough to see you later,
mad as such, mind forsaken,
mad as too much Monday cratered,

but knowing I don’t have to think
and worry what is in this drink
I’m safe and sound in all my madness
with a reason I no longer practice.