TURMOIL
Inner thoughts out of thoughts,Thought they were both the same.
One is intellectual,
The other just inane.
The inane one often wakes me up,
While the intellectual let me sleep.
One likes to deliberate all day,
The other dreams his life away.
Neither understands each other,
Like the working of my brain.
Insanity comes to everyone,
Who tries to write the same.
Poetry by Alan J Ripley

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Written on 2023-01-22 at 00:31



