Insanity...yes, I am draped in insanity Laughing the high pitched shrills of a nightingale a wing Hair down, pale faced, walking an infinitely slow walk I’ve become a slave to the world’s bitter ways. I lost you love And with it I have lost myself Abandoning my happiness with your loss in the past Never letting myself move on in this never-ending circle of life I’ve become a ghost; an insomniac, a lunatic, a fright. But time seems to heal the painful sores that brought tears once upon a time And now I’m left with scars; a reminiscence of the past of bittersweet memories, My tears trickle light. That scar I will cherish till the day I die Like a trophy or a star Moving on doesn’t mean I don’t love you It means I’ve learned to love myself, accept life’s bitter ways Accept change and increment Yet cherish your love all the way.