Flashback Friday Poetry: Birth of Insanity

i’ve come to a point in my life where my dreams lie in shame
they speak to me in riddles, perhaps to hide the pain
the haunting nightmares every night make me feel deranged
i joke & play & pretend it away but everything’s the same

the evil thoughts in my mind i can’t seem to reverse
everything looks as though its headed for the worst
i’ve tried many remedies including going to church
i feel as though i’m turning into the Imp of the Perverse

i’ve made my mind up, there’s nothing you can change
no way you can stop me, not even locking my in a cage
persuade me all you want to, my mind you cannot sway
i’m the sick one here, don’t fear, do you want to come & play

Early poetry from James. From the poetry collection Pariah Bound: The Lonesome Poetry.

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