What of my madness?

Poor soul now realizing.

She's lived false dreams

And special        things

What a farce,   a      tragedy! 

Now,
what of angels   ?
                                                   And transcendent words? 

They aren’t real.

But they are real to her. 

Uncertainty possesses her.An unpredictable mind.In a moment the fantastic besets her.Unable to know  

Fran   ticall  y.disorganized...mem.....ories

Dis org an ized th ou ghts

And--bizarre--manner, (however)

By what standard do I measure? 

So medication SUSTAINS her 

And others CONSTRUCT her. 

But I COMPARE her to my STANDARD

My standard of sanity and reality

How different am I? 

I am but a slight.   shade.    of gray.        away   

At times my mind is not      sane
 

Lord, how do you view my madness?