Insanity

Like wind-blown confetti my words drop,
As dead as petals from a fallen bloom.
While you, who's words are few,
Choose each one for its power.
In the dark hours between Life and Death;
When demons trample sleep;
They wander through my mind
Which slips away quietly,
Like a girl in search of her illicit lover.
Reason when it returns is a blessing
To be clutched like a kite in a hurricane.
Should the string snap, the kite is lost
And sanity exists no more.