Poem Vs. Pain (C) 1-14-2011

In a way I think I'm beginning to understand You see every superman has his kryptonite My power consists of the talents given to me But my only weakness is the one thing I long for the most Typically the universe is built upon balance On scales of good or evil, blessing or curse Black or white, Yin and Yang, life or death My internal order must be writing…or happiness For the happier I am more my talent starts to diminish I try to finish but only sturdy body of water is the holding up Venice My sea is chaotic I can't row steadily through the ravaging waves I guess to our greatest features all humans are slaves So morbidly distressed I'm depressed that I can't master my own I'm caught in a zone where it's either my sanity or a poem But what makes up my sanity are the ones that I can't have My sanity comes and goes, but my legacy will forever last