A Mad Writer
            Venitia Ghozlan

It seems that I am a mad writer
having moments of sheer genius
able to comprehend with a crystal clarity
the world
then
only to descend to a nadir
where skill is doubted
and incoherent thoughts lay
as over grazed heather
on the moors of my mind
the next morning
I can awaken
with an insouciant smile
certain
of my words
mercury encased letters
inked on paper
an insanity driven desperation
to compose
no drug exists to cure this madness
it is a thin line
I teeter on
sanity and madness
so
keep in mind, my dear reader
this is my blood you scoff at
my soul you read
my sanity and madness
you dismiss