Twisted Mind Poem by Phil Soar

Twisted Mind



Oh twisted mind, what makes you tick?
I think I am a lunatic
You shake my thoughts and cramp my style
You make me crazy all the while
I know not who I'm supposed to be
You bring a living hell to me
Where is the shame in feeling numb?
I wish my mind would not succumb
To such an overwhelming doubt
Where will I be, when the lights go out?

Friday, April 27, 2018
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