DeliriumA Poem by B-poetToo much to lose With not enough time To gain What's rightfully important Is sanity's profane & grave influences
Will push the envelope For what needs to be Commencing imaginatively
Reality displays psychotherapy As The elements Of a mental disturbance Truly matter Within the cellar Of a inner minds corridor Is gravity's wane grip On psychic deviancy
Heard loudly & subconsciously Is the turning Of a psychological doorknob Opening a mental squeaking door Labeled Beware Of A Unseen Disturbed Forum Within a psychical realm Called Delirium © 2013 B-poetAuthor's Note
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