The Brink of Sanity


All is well that ends well, you’ve been in my lymbic system and I’m creating a reptilian complex,

With desire well-founded now fornix aroused I slither the reptan sun burnt sands.

Delusion roams free
Insanity their plee
Who's really on the brink?
You or me?

I'll sink as a djinn within sin
swim through muertes grin
ponder the wonder of my
wanton wander away from
rage as a sage eating thunder

As I navigate the corridors of my conscience, pedal to the metal, certain calamity. As I drift, crash and burn. There goes my sanity

  • Authors: Denise G (Pseudonym), Michael Edwards, sylviasearcher, Whisperingquill, Syd
  • Visible: All lines
  • Finished: January 27th, 2019 06:30
  • Limit: 15 stanzas
  • Invited: Public (any user can participate)
  • Comment from author about the poem: Fly free peoples.
  • Category: Reflection
  • Views: 92


  • Denise

    Loving how this turned out! Thank you everyone for joining me on this! ❤️ Love and light to you all.

    • Syd

      Thank you for starting this fusioned poem Denise. It was a pleasure to contribute to it.

      • Denise

        Thank you very much for the contribution!

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