A fevered mind that cannot be tamed,

Recounting the words just as they came,

Awake I lay, alone in the dark,

Seared into my mind, they made their mark,

Sonnets, stanzas, words and phrases,

Before mine eyes they manifested, unabated,

Helpless and yearning, I reached for my pen,

Knowing never shall the dam be mend,

Feverish scribbles and wanton strokes,

Locked away from decent folk,

This is my curse, this is my blessing,

These are mine sins I am confessing,

Never to find sweet sleep again,

Not to tie the bind that mends,

Hopeless ever to find in kind,

A remedy for this fevered mind