RAW MADNESS

RAW MADNESS It’s not a sort of gentle softness or neutrality When it is time for the inner self to emerge But just cold and calculating left-sided brain Rising above it all when the heart feels pain As in focus, there’s even a detectable surge What’s worrying, is that this is my normality Becoming my real self isn’t such a rare event It is that dispassionate scientific state of mind Whether I’m in company or more often alone For such behaviour, I have no cause to atone It is not so bad an image, I think you will find And yet I don’t feel the need to ever repent