Insanity is an interesting follower;
it stalks you like thoughts of death,
or a jealous ex-lover on Facebook,
though less aggressive than the last.
There is no rush for death or insanity,
they will visit us all some day,
and when they sink their teeth in,
I imagine it's permanent.
Imagine something being permanent,
in this world where even love decays and hollows out,
and eternal is beyond comprehension.
Imagine love as it was meant to be,
romantic,
innocent,
unconditional,
we're not strong enough to love,
unless it's a love of self.
Look around you,
endless self-promotion,
meaningless back-patting,
and barely any words of meaning;
what do you think this poem is?
If we wish to fight against the growing distance,
between us and the people we could love,
we must first battle with ourselves,
and understand our failure.
We will look past our too-easily-hurt pride,
our limping-but-still-alive modesty,
or will we just see our powerful egos?
Will we change,
for the better?
Of course we won't,
but the thought is nice.
Andy Veilleux 
you should prolly give the photographer credit for that wicked photo
Th photo credit now appears in the menu on the right-hand side 🙂
I had to laugh and chuckle through this whole poem because I kept finding lines that rang so true of all of us and to cap it off …the photographer requested a “pat on the back” for the photo…just totally made the poem a complete joy to read.
thanks! I’m glad you enjoyed it, and see the humour in what is such a grim subject. Judging from your last poem, you can often see the humour in grim subjects, which is quite a talent!
Okay…the ex-girl friend part is even funnier than I had orginally thought.
Your viewpoint is always refreshing! And insanity isn’t a bad choice 😉
http://mairmusic.wordpress.com/
hah thanks, and I definitely agree!
”Imagine love as it was meant to be,
romantic,
innocent,
unconditional…” – but somehow I am starting to think, that it is exactly like this in life. Despite all the injustice and sadness… Isn’t it?