Delving Into Delusion

Delving into insanity, 
The art of delusion. 
It roots back to our deepest desire for validation. 
Or maybe I’m looking into it too much, 
But it seems the people like you and I, the ones most tormented.
Are the ones who think the most. 
Some see it as sin,
And some see it as sensible. 
But the true answer; insanity. 
Insanity is what creates the most beautiful things. 
But at what cost?
Those who we now admire; Van Gogh, Leonardo, Shakespeare…
Were painted as delusional in their lives. 
Art, poetry, music, and love is what we most desire, 
But most delve into insanity trying to get it. 
Our truest desire as living creatures are validation and verification. 
The most addictive form being in love. 
Burning to cooling, 
Painful to soothing, 
Unforgivable to sympathetic,
Love.
Love in its most horrific form.
You see, 
That’s the terror of love; it makes one know, 
If they could go back knowing what they know now; they’d do it the same.
Love is an addiction, an addiction we adore. 
But when one’s desire for the drug grows too much, 
They’re seen as insane, tormented, and delusional. 
Most deserve these titles, 
There is a firm line between obsession and love.
But when done right, when respected and nurtured, love can heal. 
But love, addictive and living to die; is what we go mad for. 
But does that not make the risk far more beautiful?
Who knows, maybe so or maybe not. 
Who am I to say?
But I know; the most horrific pain, would be worth the risk.

Copyright © Wilbur Mctaggart Williams | Year Posted 2023

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