Peacefully Dead - Saga of a Mad Poet

I’ve got a million words floating around my head Used to construct rhyming sentences. Cohesive thought is the author’s thread For sewing poems of past remembrances. Some make sense; some are absurd; One or two might actually be good. But mostly, they are just the word Of a man often misunderstood. I once sought fame or notoriety After hanging titles on my creations; After sharing hundreds with polite society, I never experienced any such sensations. I am destined to die leaving a legacy somehow Of poems that have never been read; They can’t haunt me then as they haunt me now After I am peacefully dead.