wendel Nolan


Insane - Poem by wendel Nolan

im goin insane
in my brain
dell is the name
but now pain
has become my middle name
pain on me is a stain
like mealie cob and the grain
needing her close my burning flame
never thought id write in vain
i am the bullet that never shoots in vain
but now i see its her aim to maim
as i watch my soul go down the drain..


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Poem Submitted: Friday, December 11, 2009



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