Insane Or Sanity 05 Poem by Kira Bloom

Lost in waves, the chaos replicants of my soul.
My heart screams, but my mind can't put into words the torment that lurks.
So the ink on this page is hallow, a path of secrets aching to be
unleashed on understanding.
A familiar yearning the lost unkown and the known ellusive.
Every choice and thought swaying the questioning needles picking my brain.
My hands clinging to all that remains, as they attempt to strip it away
Not sure if it is insane or pure sanity to feel this way.