Let the madness begin
Do they think,
I've lost the plot.
Or that I've simply,
Lost the plot.
Have I wrote that before,
Or that I've simply lost the pot.
Damn my thinking process,
I think I've done it again.
Do I remember ten sixty six?
Wait don't go!
Don't leave my mind alone,
Who am I talking too.
Is it the one my brain is tethered to,
No please wait, Yes of course I give a....
Wait I remember it sounds like moth.
Roth? Ross? Gloss? AHH I've got it,
I really do give a floss.
What do you mean that's not right,
Now what was we, I mean me talking.
Oh yes no I'm not in a fix,
I remember ten sixty six.
Wait my watch only goes up too...
Ten sixty then it's eleven o'clock,
With that the conversation,
With my inner mind decided.
It was time that mind and brain,
Separate. That's when sat sitting,
Just dribbling. From the side of mouth,
My cog's, My wheels stopped churning.
For my mind could no longer coexisted,
With my brain thought process.
With a certain finality something
Inside decided that it was time to stop.
In fact you could say, I'd finally lost the plot.
Poetry by Alan J Ripley
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Written on 2023-07-24 at 05:04
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DESCENT INTO ONESELF
Do I remember?Do they think,
I've lost the plot.
Or that I've simply,
Lost the plot.
Have I wrote that before,
Or that I've simply lost the pot.
Damn my thinking process,
I think I've done it again.
Do I remember ten sixty six?
Wait don't go!
Don't leave my mind alone,
Who am I talking too.
Is it the one my brain is tethered to,
No please wait, Yes of course I give a....
Wait I remember it sounds like moth.
Roth? Ross? Gloss? AHH I've got it,
I really do give a floss.
What do you mean that's not right,
Now what was we, I mean me talking.
Oh yes no I'm not in a fix,
I remember ten sixty six.
Wait my watch only goes up too...
Ten sixty then it's eleven o'clock,
With that the conversation,
With my inner mind decided.
It was time that mind and brain,
Separate. That's when sat sitting,
Just dribbling. From the side of mouth,
My cog's, My wheels stopped churning.
For my mind could no longer coexisted,
With my brain thought process.
With a certain finality something
Inside decided that it was time to stop.
In fact you could say, I'd finally lost the plot.
Poetry by Alan J Ripley
Read 102 times
Written on 2023-07-24 at 05:04
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