Madness

I'm aggressively watching
Any sign for unnecessary woe
My grip is understanding
Pain's plight will have you running to and fro

A disease in any mind
Is but the reckless impulse for mayhem
face fixed in repeating mime 
Pain or plight has caused an abandoned helm

What drives men to be angry
Can be as vast as the Ocean for tides
Who can get sweet peace plenty
Amid lies and innuendo from sides

Covered from the recklessness
Of broken lovers too hurt to be fixed
But too hungry for freshness
Im watching them, sipping anything mixed

The impulse to be loved now
To be held, listened to, or be kissed
Enough for the body bow
And the disorder when all these are missed

I found me a quiet place
My life's cure for those who are mad with pain
Where my tears can have no trace
Tucked away from love's thunder and it's rain

For when God knows where you are
It will not matter what loss you've sustain
Whatever your need, God's fare
In that secrete place, you will live again