Misery of Sanity
His laughter reverberating heartbeats,
Grapplers dancing in the air;
Excitement filled his eyes.
Like the lightning in the sky;
His voice turned to cry,
Fists annealing to pummel barriers;
Vision paired at the roofed sky.
Welcomed the next personality;
His mumbles cooed the brick box,
Pandavas of the arm clasping in prayer;
The rivers of pain brimmed his apples.
Silence appeared from the settling dust;
Tremors of the prison bars sapped,
Palms opened in the blessing liturgy;
His orbs of vision shining of the rainbow.
Hankering for an inner voice;
Vox populi of reasoning failed me again,
Fingers enshrouded the questionable crow’s foot;
My winks of confusion flickered of the butterfly.
Art of expression I had forfeited;
Being sane in the macrocosm of pseudo,
Penned were my emotions of conscience;
Long have I wished of his autarchy…
Insane are the only sane;
In the world of expressed emotions,
I wish I can be him or,