I am but a pebble at the bottom of a endless stream.
That will flow on word long after I am turned to dust.
My life will be forgotten but it will be mine and mine alone.
My mind is twisted and warped beyond that of man.
My heart is cold and cracked. My soul is black and dark.
My body is scared and broken.
But I move on, not knowing what will end or began.
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Poems From a Mad mind.
PoetryPoems I have written. They tend to be quick reads. Some sad, happy, depressing, deep, and everything in between. They are not all good but I like to think I have a few good ones scattered through. Some are short some are longer. So are simple some a...
