The Crazy Place And Back Poem by Priti Pauline

I've been to the crazy place and back
I don't want to go there, its way off my track
Totally trapped
Nowhere to go
No way out

There are monsters in the crazy place
Large wagging fingers from way outer space
Laughing and scowling
Any direction
There's No protection
They're conspiring against me
Complete persecution
No-one can help

They're closing in on me
The tunnel is shrinking
I'm going to be consumed
I'm about to be doomed
I've been engulfed
I'm to be destroyed
I'm drained
I'm Numb
I'M LOST

Its dark, the lights are dim
I'm a total victim

I've been to the crazy place and back
By weaving a path where there is no track
A personal implosion of atomic magnitude
T‘was the price I paid
For being crass and rude

Learning the lessons of humanity
Had self-pity
And cried an eternity

The river of tears dissolved my pain
In order I be born again
A unique creation out of the ruin
To the way ahead
Something is brewing

A trumpet bird, flighty and free
Following her path of destiny
Trumpeting the sound of a dawning day
Colourful and bright
And in her own way

Never again to be scared of the night
Now I know I'm my own light

To love and to cuddle
And at peace to BE

This has its own importance in being me.