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Illogical
What am I to do?
When one plus one
Does not equal two.
Here lately things aren't
Making any sense.
The moon rises at dawn,
And now my nights are
Much too bright it's hard
To sleep. Hard to think.
The air I breathe is
Solid as a rock. The
Ground I walk on first
Sticks to my feet then
Becomes as bouncy as a
Trampoline. Makes it
Difficult to get anywhere.
Is my grasp on reality
Becoming weaker by the
Second? Seems like time
Speeds up only to slow down.
I'm smelling sounds and
Hearing sights. All my senses
Are in limbo. My touch is
Bipolar first numb then
Over sensitive. I never
Know how I'll react.
I seek to be sad.
Find happiness in anger,
And I'm often in a
Rage when I should be
Calm. It's becoming
Tougher and tougher
To keep a clear head.
Why am I so damn
Illogical?
It sounds like you live in
It sounds like you live in alaska. I heard that's how it is there. Cool poem. Liked it.
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...and he asked her, "do you write poetry? Because I feel as if I am the ink that flows from your quill."
"No", she replied, "but I have experienced it. "