The Sanity Spire In Your Penultimate Pyre
Break free from the love madness
You claim your heart feels
In the sea of sadness
From which common sense heals
If you give him the chance
He needs to weed you out
Of the love stance
Which beyond a shadow of doubt
If from your tilted and stilted circumstance
You wish to snap
To restore the balance
You wish to inject into the notorious nap
Where headlong
With your blinkered eyes
Although all along
Common sense dares to steer you from the sties of lies
You drink from the demented infatuation
You clink and slink
From a faulty evaluation of the sentimental salutation
To which peace of mind you link
With no shred of evidence
Infatuation an iota for your heart cares
Although on the truth balance you stand a chance
To reap scornful stares and glares
From the balance sorority
To which with precious pride you once belonged
Before the love notoriety
Your sisters in sanity wronged
Without batting the lid
The sorority felt
Infatuation did
Owe them even if the infatuation snow couldn’t melt
Fast enough
To call the bluff
In the infatuation
You claimed too tough
To snap from
With the bare desire
Feelings roam
Into your sanity spire in your penultimate pyre.
Copyright © John Sensele | Year Posted 2018
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