Insanity

An antonym

Opposites

And unlike what is said

Opposites don’t attract,

And even if they do

There’s friction

My diction

Your language

My rage

Your patience

Makes sense

To those grazing the surface

The furnace

Burns deep

And when I weep

Tears are hot

They burn a trail

I fail

To stitch logic

Or reason, or rhyme

Is it a crime

To seek, to ask, to question?

Perception

Is an art of management

I went

Mad, from being madly passionate

At any rate

It’s the antonym

That has stuck on me

You have flipped my world

The one that you hold in your hand

Beyond my reach

Beyond the stretch

I could muster…

A tale so mundane…

You hold the right end,

And, I on the opposite, insane.