Can you think of the things- That doesn't sit silently- A thought of something before- A wandering chime from the core- Is it that you've blocked it out- A stormy event- Behind a dark cloud- Or a dreams rippling effect- Become delusions that seem as some murky fact- I find it most difficult- To pronounce it's name- Or put a finger on it- But can it be, something in me- A space devoted to orphaned thoughts- Maybe a curiosity that won't let up- I'm hung in suspense- In the chapters of this book- Ripped out from my mind- A place where reason is distrusted- Maybe paranoia, maybe I'm schizo- A desire to put it to rest- Unleashed me more thoughts- I wish not to think about- And more I'm under duress- Stressed and beleaguered- The question remains- Why have I been left with this?-Birth sign: Libra
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