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Mind Raw And Bleeding
After a mad, wild week of running about,
the anticlimax: It is all over, water under
the bridge, only some opportunities used,
some probabilities - possibly - realized in
different lines of reality; sitting here not
finding the silver cord back to the present
enclosed in a suffocating room of memories
and confusing dreams, searching to escape
into feelings of becalmed duty - acceptance
of routine which always become my enemy,
squashing my burgeoning spirit, leaving my
mind’s surface raw and bleeding…
Underground Chambers of My Mind
Lost in the underground chambers
of my mind, in a labyrinth of lonely
passages, filled with cobwebs and
imitation worms to scare my unwary
thoughts imprisoned there, crawling
along, looking for the nearest exit
I want to blow my mind with sugar
overload, the anticlimax of this day
should be erased from my memory
Margaret Alice
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Margaret Alice
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