Marbles
I sometimes wonder
What must it be like
To be mad?
To be trapped eternally
Inside your own mind
With no hope of escape?
I sometimes wonder
What does it mean
When someone says that you've
"Lost your marbles"?
What are marbles,
If not minds of their own?
Swirls of coloured pigments,
Trapped eternally,
In a small, beautiful,
Fragile glass bead.
-❀Oleander✿
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A Manuscript From Midnight
PoetryA collection of passages (most are sad) that I've written late at night when my brain decides to go into crisis mode. Enjoy!
