Maniac

[Day 10. NaPoWriMo prompt. Steal, by writing poems with their first lines lifted from other poems. With respects to John Keats.]

I have clung to nothing,
Lov'd a nothing, nothing seen
Or felt but a great dream!

I am being deceived
By my self-made folly
Refuting all logic

Tearing apart every
Accomplishment known
To have risen from

Long hours of labor
Tear stained efforts of an
Unbelievably sane maniac

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