The world I am feeling, appears to offset healing.
Damaged nerves, they find
Inside my ageing mind.
Unable to be clear, evaluation of what I feel here.
It's I trapped outside this brain, made to be virtually outsane.
Insane becomes an improper word, when sanity is observed.
Thinking outside the box, equals reversed clock.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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