My eyes, covered by a thick black cloth
My ears, filled with cotton
I can't be afraid of anything this way
Can't be afraid of the way the black waves crash over me
Though truthfully the white waves cause me the most pain
Flooding, consuming, possessing my sight
Let me create my own images
Oh no, the drugs aren't working anymore
Causing the man to return today
He only brings a blank expression with him
But I know he's angered causing my strong body to tremble
I have little time before they lock me up
For someone with such a strong creative spirit can be marked one thing
An insane rebel
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A Simple Book of Poetry
PoetryThese are poems that I have written. Some a few years old some mere months old. I hope that whatever these poems bring makes you think about things a little differently. Or maybe they are just fun reads. Whatever the case may be I hope you enjoy the...
