Flickers of truth flash
Through the canopy of
Illusions, upon me
And bring , to my face,
Troubled thoughts.
I fear , upon my
Mask of sanity,
The cracks of eccentricity
Have begun to show.
I exhale, but I am afraid
That to breathe back in,
There is no air left.
The exhalation continues, still.
To the heavens above,
I raise my spasmodic hands,
Praying to be delivered.
Disheartened and disillusioned, I am.
And then, to ground,
I let myself fall
Upon my knees and
Into pieces uncountable,
I watch myself shatter.
These pieces, I try
To collect and match
Together, as if a charred
Disintegrated jigsaw puzzle.
The pieces fit, but
Still the cracks remain.
Converging and diverging,
Dividing me into...
...Fractions.
These fractions of Insanity.
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