Saturday, September 24, 2011

What I Recall of Madness


What I Recall of Madness

there were wheels, and they spun with a roar
there were sparse, but crucial moments of masochism  
those made me want to end the journey with a surprise
there were blue skies, and lapses of memory
those felt like trickles of light disappearing
there were substitutes for affection
but they made me round and ordinary

there  was medication, but it never seemed 
to be enough

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