Poem - 29 January 2021, 01:17

Blinded by the light

Blinded by the light

Am I blinded by the light as I lie amidst my bed ?

Yes I am baffled as bonkers bananas messes around with my head..

Am I caught up in a confusion within my thought’s control ?

Oh indeed my mindfulness is chaotic without any console..

And as I picture that window inside my brain.. there must be cogs on a conveyor belt that’s not as right as rain..

Haha I pity myself as I am trying to sleep..stuck in a rut repeating leaping counting sheep!!!

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Alone Angst Anxious Appalling Insomnia

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Greg Etsell29 January 2021, 02:49

wonderful poem it wont let
give you a star

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Jill Tait29 January 2021, 02:56

Silly Cosmo doesn’t like me🤣 but Thank you my forever faithful friend ❤️💙❤️

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