my brain is in a shamble
I guess it's got to ramble
and where it goes
I'm pleased to some degree
my heart tells me I miss
if I pass up a kiss
I get advice
and it's good advice from me
I just think twice and know
the way I need to go
if it goes wrong
I've none to blame you see
so if I'm in shamble
I guess I'll take the gamble
it all comes from
so deep inside of me
the music plays inside
with nothing left to hide
it all comes from
so deep inside of me
Many of my stranger poems where written while in the middle of chemotherapy of withdrawing from the awful steroids they made me take.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
best brain-shambled ramble I've heard in a while.