Poem -
Ramblings of the Mad
My mind is like the torrents of a tempest sea
Too tangled, warped and twisted like poison ivy
Too much awry and amiss to keep my sanity
There is no relishing in the likes of humanity
Fear not the ramblings of the mad
They own ingenious although label clad
I, like them, fly higher in my flight
My mind is curious with deranged sight
So I relish this fortune to be my gift
I hope this cloud tinged realm will never drift
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Comments
Nice imagery.
Thank you Jason.
Jeanine Q-M
I like where you fly Q!!......peace........T ?☀✴✳
Right on Tony. Thanks.
Jeanine Q-M
Very interesting right Jeanine....What if insanity really was an (alternative form) of sanity, letting go of all the aspects of the physical body, mind and soul and exist and operates, (only) on a spiritual plane? I am sane, so (please), don't take this out of context, (smile)........Enjoyed your write......Jim
Makes you think.... hmmmm. I like what you have to say on it. Thank you.
Jeanine