Convoluted Cortex Poem by John Sensele

No more remembered are days
When joy played in my yard
Titillating my heart with sprinkles and sprays
Of laughter that I find hard

To discard or dismantle
When dark thoughts populate my mind
Gone furious minus any subtle
Nuance or balance although I find

It easy in a dizzy frenzy
To catapult an abrupt array
Of strategies crazy
Enough to pray

When thoughts sway noughts
Into a tangled angle whose vortex
Spins dins, queens, sins, bins and tins caught in lazy lessons taught
To displease a convoluted cortex.