Marge Lewis Poems

Dancing in and out of ambiguous clouds
Big, bright in majestic perfection
Tantalizing with a glimpse of entitled beauty
Peace, overwhelming feeling of calm
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Tempers flaring, bedlam to behold
Voices rumbling in a black hole
Blood, guts gore the smell of wet pennies
Machine chanting a midnight melody
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How funny it is that no one sees me,
Invisible to the outside world,
Surviving in my own thoughts alone,
Don't they see my brain is hurting?
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