There is Madness inside Each Poet

There is a madness inside each poet Some try to cover it up with religious squabble and chatter We who know laugh at their silliness There cannot be total sanity in people Who pour their soul onto a page Holding their breath, waiting to see what will happen Sometimes I think I am going to be killed for one of my poems And no one comments on it at all No death threats? This is a disappointment Which proves what I said about madness Right?