Losing the plot
I'm recoiling into myself,I'm jumping back on the shelf.
My battle ground is near,
I think I'll lose I fear.
It's the coming day I'm weary of,
My eathrall spirit has wandered off.
I hope it comes back before the day,
Remembering who I am today.
In the morning what will happen to me,
Without my soul will someone come for me.
Will it be the old bill or maybe the plod,
Who will call to tell me I've lost the plot.
Insanity is a funny thing,
When you can't remember fings.
The who the why the what,
I think I'll go to bed know,
as I've lost the plot.
Poetry by Alan J Ripley
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Written on 2024-09-12 at 04:27
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