Foundation of a Madman

Infested with insolence,
Pestered with ignorance,
Bothered by misery,
Dwelling on history.

Bettered by a drifting word,
Muttered by flustered lips.
In a trance of trial; Error,
Never found by chance.

Seldom is it ever,
What our mind has portrayed.
In equivocal remains
Of shattered, lonely, bliss.

Now enslaved by a dream,
Found only manifested
In reality; It lingers solely
To a purpose undiscovered.

Now unrequited whim
Of jealousy; Left hand of man,
Reeks havoc down upon
Unsuspecting violators of passion.