The descent

[Intricate B]

The slow descent into insanity.
I can actually feel it happening.
Once, was I perched,
Precariously atop the fence
That defined the thin line
Between genius and insanity.
When the metaphorical boot
Gently landed upon my ass,
I landed on the crazy side.
Bare feet planted firmly
In the greenest,
Ankle high plushness of grass
On the side of
Lollipop trees,
And padded wall skies,
I gaze around with
Un-muddied eyes with
The deepest sense of familiarity.
With an un-felt snap within my head,
Insanity welcomed me with open arms.
And as I became acclimated,
I realized I felt a bit
More at home than I thought possible,
For, nailed to the front door to my house,
Hung a sign...
"Welcome back"
For I had been there before.

And, as I stand in this laundromat,
In "Bible Belt, midwest"
At 5 am
After a night of no sleep,
I feel it.
An accumulation of
Relentless stress,
And "WHERE THE FUCK DID MY SOUND MIND GO?!?!",
Though I probably,
Never possessed it.
The boot to the ass
Takes place in my mind.
The break from reality I felt
Was a very rude awakening
As I feel my sound mind,
Slipping through my fingers,
Like sand at a beach.
"We are gathered here today in remembrance
Of my dearly departed...
Rest in peace, Sanity.
You were a dear friend..
And brother...
You will be missed.."

Intricate B