Paul McAnaney


I feel i now struggle with the concept
of reality as i am encased in what
seem s like an eternal tomb of
my own insanity.
As i struggle with what can only be
described as fragility. Constantly
lost in a shroud of unoriginality.
Endlessly searching for my
sanity.Is this just my vanity?
I am now certain that my
path leads to insanity.

Poem Submitted: Monday, December 7, 2009

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