Written during a dark period of my life.


OR AM I?

Scurrying thoughts round and around
Like springs on wings
Chasing myriad clowns
A cold damp fog invades my head
Its malignant touch fills my soul with dread
A creeping rage of pure agression
Which clouds my eyes in deep depression
Confusion reigns at every turn
The want to lash out, makes my stomach churn
This foriegn sense, fills my soul with fright
Yet still i fear the coming night
I long for sleep, a few hours peace
My mind to rest, my thoughts to cease
To write my feelings, may ease my pain
And prove to me , that i'm still sane

Or am I?



Poetry by penfold18
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Written on 2005-12-08 at 17:41

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Vixen's Cub
I am on agreement with Monsieur Albert on that Pen. You are most definitely sane. And not only do outsiders think that all poets must be a little loony. My classmates think I'd went wacko when I said I liked poetry. -.-;

But great write Pen, as always. Wonderful.
2005-12-13


Zoya Zaidi
When the mind is in that frame,
It's neither sane nor insane,
It is just in a big turmoil,
When things just happen to boil
over and spill, into your life,
and leave you just benumbed for a while,
And then you begin to question yourself,
To be or not to be "yourself"?

A great effort at introspection in troubled times!!!
Requires a great bit of sanity to reason like this, when mind is going just in the opposite direction...

Q.E.D: YOU ARE SANE!
(((((CHUCKLING)))))

(((((((Warm Hugs)))))
Love, xxx, Zoya
2005-12-11


Albert
Your as sane as I am, though what degree of sanity that is on the Richter scale is debateable, although outsiders might think that any poet has got to be a bit loony. Well done Mon Ami for allowing us into your mind. Enjoyed as always.

Regards
Albert
2005-12-08