Poem -
ThE briCKs iN oNe'S hEad
I hAve cuT aLL mY handS On thE
eDges oF sanitY
nObodY oNce saiD hoW shaRp
tHey woUld bE
sO noW, buBBles oF blOOd miX
witH All thE pRofaniTies,
aLL tHoSe rAgiNg mAd rEDS
ThaT thRoW bricks iN saD
heAdS
KinD peopLE
bLind PeoPle
baNdaGe mE uP
PoUr Me soMe wiSe piLLs fRom
whiCh I mighT sUp
I hAve sWaLLoweD tHe
KiNdness buT mAdneSS goT
siCk, pOUndinG thE bRAinS
gOUgiNg SkuLLs wiTh A piCk
SaD mAdneSs baD SaDNess
pRisinG tHe haNds
ThRowing mE bAck doWn To
DeviL piT laNds
BLinD pEOple
kiNd PeoplE
bAndAge mE Up
fEEd ME moRe SAne fRom
ThAt wHitE plAsTic cUp
M P 4/11/21
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Hi Marion. I`m so sorry I have been gone for a while. I just wanted to say that this really spoke to me, seems so broken, so misunderstood. Sometimes, I guess people just don't understand what really is needed. I hope are alright. Been taking a break from writing.
Hey Max...you don't have to apologise to me lol. I hope yiunare very well my friend and in a good place. Aye...I am.broken love but aren't we all to some degree. I yearn to write happy again but it's just not in me at mo. How are you finding pop?...not been on there myself on ages. Anyway...thankyou trillions x