You'd think it would hurt
And you'd be right
To be such a bother
you're swept away from sight
I am on the verge
Looking into other domains
Seeing so many futures
From the dust of truth that remains
It's a very fine line
Sharp and leaving me bloody
I can't get down from
into the more disturbed and muddy
They call it insanity
The lush answers I get
Fingers crossed that's true
And one day I will forget
They have as is there want
medicated my mind
As it works at a pace
It leaves words behind
So when it is upon me
I can't articulate in a row
Comes out all higgledypiggledy
In a non stop sort of flow.
©wrennie
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