Cusp of Insanity

Poem on insanity

I am lost in pools of ink

With hands and pages stained and weak

I lose all sense of peace and keep

disorderly insanity

Captive as a bird am I

This door is locked before my mind

Throw away the key and cry

This prison, I do not deny

Freedom lost and freedom found

In tattered pages on the ground

Alone to face uncertainty

But I've my mind, my mind has me

Author's Note

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Reviews

[John the Baptist]

This one does have the sound of of one teetering on the edge. Would not venture a diagnosis, but anxiety certainly has a big chunk of it.