Unfettered thoughts
My mind seems to be,Unfettered and unfurled.
In so many different ways,
Not like a pebble in a pond.
More like a Donnybrook of waves,
Crashing within my head.
Thoughts come jumbled,
When people are around.
Like chairs scrapping on the ground,
My soul my id has broken free.
There's not much left of me being me,
With very little left inside of poetry.
No voice of heaven to shout about,
maybe it's time to get the hell out.
Poetry by Alan J Ripley
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Written on 2024-02-03 at 10:23
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