Somewhere in Florida resides a lonely poet

Who have been succumbed to madness

He writes poems after poems for whatever he sees or hears

People see him writing and call him a mad poet

He writes for himself not for the world

Behind his words he finds a little solace

He writes lines after lines for which nobody cares

The world have not seen poets real madness

Poetry keeps him sane

Writing saves him from sanity

Let him write no matter how bad his poems are for strangers on the internet

All poets are mad

Only the readers remains sane