justin byerline

Rookie (09-30-1980 / springfield illinois)

A Tour Through Insanity

Poem by justin byerline

Taking a tour through insanity
a trip of nostalgia
glances of faces
and places gone by
death of a dream
running through all accessible passages of the mind
like short pieces of a long film
shades of red and grey
Insanity looking into everyones eyes you know
to the core of conciousness
and the true horror and uncertainty
of their subconcious to what they really feel
Insanity, rumors and truths swirling around the room
a storm of turbulence rushing
in and out of a circle of suspiciousness
a downward spiral met with an upward spiral
meeting to make an hourglass
and depending on how you use it
its either up...
or down
a brush on the shoulder from an unexpected stranger
walking in the night
the first experience of sex
standing on the edge of a building
on an unusal windy day
two left feet

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Poem Submitted: Thursday, February 3, 2005