I'm not exactly sure how it works.
My mind is losing
Control.
I can't understand
Just how
To think.
Am I doing
It right,
Or wrong?
Is it right
To believe
I'm sane?
After all this time,
Have I regained
My wings?
As a child,
I was blind--
But god knows
I was happier.
Maybe I will
Be happy
As I grow up....
As I grow up,
What will I become?
Will I change?
Will I be better?
Will I
Change
At all?
Regained sanity--
Is this what it feels
Like
To be sane?
Is this what
It means
To be sane?
Is this
At all important
Or right?
Never mind.
I don't care
After all.
Things certainly are easier for most people when they're children. Interesting outlook in your poem.
ReplyDeleteI came by for you theme reveal since your link was on the list.
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Interesting concept in your poem - change can be scary, but it can also be a good thing. Also visiting from A - Z Theme Reveal list. Looking forward to reading your Challenge posts.
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