She dances on a dark stage for a sold out crowd
Afraid someone might see her and leave her
No one wants to be a part of the train wreck
Just watch it as it happens or slowly pass up the wreckage
Getting a good enough look to have something to talk about
Far enough away they won't be asked for help
She stands in the middle of the street screaming into a pillow
Everyone can see her but pass on by
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Author:
Brandie Osborn (
Offline) - Published: August 12th, 2021 10:48
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Comments3
Well your poetry is visible here and I didn’t pass on by.
Thx lol
Your first post.
Where are you coming from with this?Looks like a good description of a psychotic episode to me.....
Welcome to MPS (trad greeting here) Feel free to comment everywhere and keep MPS lively.
Thx words just pop into my head and I write them down
Keep 'em popping....
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