Going through an old Diary of mine just to put myself to sleep, I came across some old poems I wrote a couple of years ago. I thought I should share some with you; maybe they will help you understand how I think and why I am the way I am...... Laughs!
MUTATION!
The road ahead is straight,
Passing through 'Brokenhopesville',
In auspiciously strait,
Shadowy deceptions,
No light shines through the roof of pines,
For here, the sun is blind.
Mama said, youth' are days of light,
But mine are blight,
Nights with no endings,
Bleak as it peaks,
In the heat of the conundrums
Friends like wax melts,
And as fiends pick on my soul,
I wet my bed with tears,
Like an incursion I feel change,
Creeping in on me,
I guess this is what you call 'mutation'
MUTATION!
The road ahead is straight,
Passing through 'Brokenhopesville',
In auspiciously strait,
Shadowy deceptions,
No light shines through the roof of pines,
For here, the sun is blind.
Mama said, youth' are days of light,
But mine are blight,
Nights with no endings,
Bleak as it peaks,
In the heat of the conundrums
Friends like wax melts,
And as fiends pick on my soul,
I wet my bed with tears,
Like an incursion I feel change,
Creeping in on me,
I guess this is what you call 'mutation'
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