by tungtied2u
Ain't it the truth.
All forms are insidious
some more so.
Sometimes my thoughts
turn and eat themselves,
a poet's quandary
The physical reality
is terrifying.
God Bless
and keep writing.
Get the inside outside!
does this make me feel like my brain on drugs? I mean, I understand it and YDD's comment, chemo sabe just pulled me right in.
I like this one, short, to the point, insidious, love that word..good work :) -NJ
I like the economy of words, like it was written quickly before you could forget. Very good!
This poem was selected from Lit's archive of over 39,500 poems for inclusion in today's Archival Review.<br>
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