The Attraction of Insanity

So, this is another one of the poetry challenges. I've done several, and I will post them all eventually, but this one has caught my attention. Though it's a little...odd...compared to my typical writing. I find myself loving it. It's a bit insane, but that's the point. The challenge of this poem was to write from the perspective of an absolutely, insane person. To go all out. And I did. And I like the result. (It's long).

The Attraction of Insanity
Get back! Get back I tell you!
Step away from my bridge.
Stop it! Stop it now!
Don't dissuade me into your fridge.
Yes, your fridge, I mean it.
Stop looking at me that way.
All you do is cold and stagnant.
Waiting. For what day?
Waiting for the end, you see.
You want what I welcome freely.
Suicidal? Not so! Get your judgment out of my way.
You fear what I relish, I won't wait to be thrown away.
Yes, I intend it. What's that you say?
Hah! Me the crazy one, 'cause you're the one to say?
What's so crazy about my freedom,
my unabridged fate? It ends with unreason,
wiping clean my dirty slate?
Hah! I laugh as you imagine
that I'm the crazy one.
I live without your fear.
No, I don't hesitate.
Back away! You're much to close
take another step away.
I've gone off the deep end? No,
not yet anyways.
What makes you so afraid? Stop!
Stop thinking of me that way!
I'm freer than you'll ever be,
and I'm not afraid to say.
No, I welcome it. Such as death,
might welcome the plague.
Yes, it isn't pretty, to think of life that way.
But what is? What's beauty that isn't fake?
It's out here, it's up there, it's living without such hate.
I hate, you say? What, what do I hate?
Myself, you say? Well, if true,
you've come much too late.
Too late, yes, I've said it.
Too late for the standards of your world.
Too late instead of early,
that's what happens when you hesitate.
I see you roll your eyes,
my honesty doesn't make me blind.
You see, that there, can't you see what you do?
You've decided what's for me, it's true.
But what will happen to you?
If I jump, you might go crazy,
and then possibly you'll see.
It's not my vision that's hazy,
I've just found the key.
The key? You laugh. But I can unlock what you cannot.
Yes, I can unlock what's truly in my soul.
What is that? You ask, but why should I tell?
What reason do you give me?
Why is it that your thirst is what I should fill??
Oh yes, your thirst. You long for what I have.
That's why you're here, you see.
Yes, you find it attractive, my insanity.
Get back! You come too close if you want to hear my words.
See? You step away. That's right, you're doing good.
I hold what you cannot have.
You long to be in my spot.
You wish for my freedom, my utter "insanity".
That's right, I mock you, I laugh at what you say.
You're attracted to my spirit, because you can't take it away.
Yes, yes, you wish I could be you.
That my thoughts might fill your mind.
You think me repulsive, yet you're jealous.
So turn, turn your face away!
Get back! Get back and step away!
You think I'm that distracted?
You think I'm utterly disturbed?
I see you and your men, as you surround me on both sides.
You think that you can stop me?
Hah! I laugh in the face of your pride.
I've made my decision, and I'm done.
Done leading a smothering life.
Say goodbye to my children, give my well wishes to my wife.
Yes, I've a family I must leave.
Shme they chose to remain in strife.
I'd ask them to join me,
but they'd say I'm asking for their life.
One more step and I go! It's no effort from me.
I'd just be filling my life's destiny.
Yes, I've got it.
The attraction of insanity.
I fill my heart with freedom,
and now I take my final leap.

-Sarrah Loyce