Torturous Minds [revised] Poem by Margaret Alice Second

The animal holding me in its jaws was created by my
looking into disturbing things; a criminal duo mother &
son, a 16th century deranged murderess - making me
feel thus what such a life would've been like - as such
distress would make life impossible & trying to walk in
their shoes was painful in the extreme

Although it's one-dimensional to look at serene land-
scapes only, it's the only way to reach balance and
peace, adding contrast to my experience messed up
everything in an emotionally turbulent tornado which
destroy the bubbles of safety in which my thoughts
rest when I let them, curiosity led me into the

Whirlpools of torturous minds and I fell headlong into
the abyss - now slowly climbing back to the light and
sweet pastures where my emotions are safe, I shall
redecorate my mental landscape where everything
became tainted by the menacing feelings evoked
by the sad and criminal events that logically

Have nothing to do with me, I'm turning away from
these shadows to become my happy self again as
falling over mental rocks & tumbling down trans-
cendental valleys only mess up my life, these
adventures were never meant for me….