Moments of Madness

There are times in my life
when my heart is not whole,
when my spirit is human
and weak to the soul.

There are moments of sorrow
and seconds of peace,
mere glances of anquish
resolved and released.

These times that I speak of
are lonely and cold,
when my mind is consumed
with shame's secrets, untold.

These moments of madness
of which I now tell,
are a mixture of sadness
sauteed rich in hell.