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My brain has become like a jungle
a forest with decrepit root strewn trees
my mind has become a cobweb
spreading wide with the windy breeze
you know winds here flow like volcanoes

Upon myself my clogged mind
float imaginary foes
I am seemingly blind
not being able to any comfort find
despite the hailing attributes of my mind
I have to an axe grind
wafting in the rivers flow
from where to where
I will go no one nor even I know .

Come someone salvage me
I am becoming my own enemy
plight is perhaps now my right
as I near no not near but want to
reach the far folds of the estuary

hoping a funeral in this Covid era
of or like Vikings

Come some friend
if I have one
salvage me

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Free verse
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Sometimes, one can become their own worst enemy! Especially if the mind says so! I wonder what it is like to go mad?
I hope that I never find out! ~ Geez.

It seems that the days and hours that people
are available for chatroom are staggered and
not a good match for most everyone. How about
if everyone just shows up at the door, whenever
they have a few free minutes?

when one grows old... one becomes senile
you'll know as and when///// LOL

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