Insanity and Death

Insanity and Death
were walking hand in hand
when I called to them.
Death barely noticed,
just turned a dark, cold shoulder
But Insanity heard
and slipping her nimble hand
from Death's stern grip
she ran to me.
Her long, dainty fingers
Wrapped round my mind
and I welcomed them
And while I wailed into her lap
She braided my hair
and placed a flower there
No longer crying
I took her hands and laughed
Joyously we skipped off
Death long forgotten
It was years ago - that day
and though Death never heard my pleas
Insanity has not forgotten me.

Amanda