The edge of madness is not the end - A Poetic Practice
It's all a matter of perspective.
There are lots for you to see.
You just have to be a detective.
In the dark I look back around
Then you better not doubt
I'm here crawling from the ground.
Blood sweat and tears
Everything has been a juggle
Emotionally broken the years.
Let the wind take out my worries
Looking at the great blue skies
Thinking of my past stories.
There has to be some peace
Only through expression
Will end this depression
For I am still in control of my emotion
Even in the dark my mind is true
Ask me your worried question
For there you will know and find
These things I have left as signs
In the edge of this madness I grind
I say this to you and you.
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What beautiful poetry. Excellent work.
Thank you very much. It's r easy to write when life gives you a curve ball to talk about.