I'm free as a bird, yet my mind is confined,
All the thoughts in my head, sins and misdeeds, locked up - enshrined,
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When your leg is broken, you can grasp it and yell ow,
But when your mind is in a turmoil, you can't grab it and make it better with a simple mental capow,
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There's nothing physical to grasp, just you and your own thoughts, confined in a space together,
Clawing at your sanity, messing with your values - fighting against each other,
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When will this demon inside me disappear, when will I defeat him?
These days, I feel like I'm going to sink, drown - unable to swim,
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I confess to God each Sunday; Forgive me father, for I have sinned,
But in the back of my mind, the devil is happy - he padded me on my back and then he grinned.
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Beyond The Needle
Poetry"Explosions are my specialty, I can and will be your doom, Now get down on your knees, baby, I'll make your world go boom." • • • Unconventional poems of a conformed man. I voice all my inner chaotic turmoils in rhyming words so they sound less path...