A Mad Poet

Only mad man knows what mad is
Psychiatrist only has perception on what is mad

A mad poet writes his poem when he is in madness
Madness about the meanings of life
Life without madness is meaningless
Meaningless in life puts the mad poet gone astray

Madness is the secret of the mad poet writes beautiful poems;

O, Lord! Why You make me mad?
For me to find You in madness?

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