The Walls of Insanity

Tristan Robert Lange

My mind is a blank abyss,
An endless void, numb,
Unable to focus, spaced,
Aloof from any sort of reality.
I am a lack of meaning,
Silent screams for help
In endless solitary confinement.
I am chained to the walls
Of insanity within the
Gray matter of my sane mind.

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  • swingline

    What great poetry could come from those depths !

  • orchidee

    That'll teach ya for watching the equivalent of 'Neighbours' here in the UK. I went insane with it years ago! heehee. You see, I refuse to watch a programme that has a character named 'Toadfish' in it, even though a nickname! lol. It don't sound human. Then again, the cast are all made of wood!
    Good write.

    • Tristan Robert Lange

      Hahaha! Thanks for the forewarning. I will avoid that one at all costs! 😉 Thanks for the feedback!



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