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dedicated to my brother robert, between brother and sister, always my love |
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A walk into insanity
I pass through gates that hold my fate, a hit here and their I say will not harm this mind of mine, as I am dazed by the affect of the pills that I have popped through out the years,
I walk into gates of hell that has eaten my mind, and grabbed my sense of being,
I cry tears because I am lost in sight, as I am lost in the days that have come an gone, help me dear lord, for my belief in me has passed me by, I have embarked into a world I do not know,
My mind is not my own, an again I shed these tears so that you may see my grief, my helplessness into nothing, I am me, but me is out of this shell of mine,
I pled my case to you, to this homeless person in the mind,
Cry for me, so that I may be, for just a moment, just so that time will give me back my life in this hour, as sixty minutes is only a day break away,
I see know sunsets, know light, for light does not pierce my eyes, they have changed to black like my soul, I have know shadow that follows me, because I sit in the corner of four walls, as I white coat holds this body together,
My mind let me be, so that I may breathe, so that my lungs may be filled with joy, so that I may smile once in this life, so that hell will see me happy, for it has tried to take over my mind, again and again,
I try to hold joy, take in peace, pled my sanity to who every that listens, as to say I am sane for just this minute, like when I was a child, free to be me, free to walk into the fields, as the sunset sets just for me,
I cry for long ago, I cry for Missouri, for home calls my name, an a twinkle in my eyes, is visible for this second, and I am wrapped in arms that are all so formerly, against my mothers breast, hearing the heart beat that I remembered as I child, as peace relieves my mind on this day,
I am home again,
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Reviews of "A walk into insanity"
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you took us there put us right there in the middle
very well penned, with tuff visuals made clear
excellent!!!
Splendid work, Deborah
M.Rose
I walk into gates of hell that has eaten my mind, and grabbed my sense of being,
I had written a poem once that said that life had many a different form, and that not all the goodness of life preented itself as goodness, hehe, if you can believe that, cuz sometimes it had to present itself in just the opposite to do any good. So, the above line of yours that I copied seemed to show me again, that the so called hell, was again kind life making its entrance, but shadowing itself, to do simply what it had to do, Al