The Abstract, 
The Madness, 
The Spark, 
The Way; 
All of the ingredients 
That play into
The Word
And everything I create.
It’s what makes 
These lines
Come out
When everything is
And isn't 
Okay.
Ultimately
It's the insanity
That fuels the tools
That keeps me
Sane.
This is my beautiful  
Perpetual bane.                
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem