I Talk To Myself

I Talk To Myself short poem

When i get lost in the gyre of thoughts
virulent will, helps me survive

“I talk to myself ”
The Art is my own.

Often i skew towards ‘the abominable’
loath it without a halt
and i become a fiend spirit.

The Lamp of thoughts get broken
The Birds of nerves are in shock.

Stop these wheels from rolling

Had i been in another place,
what would the course of thoughts be
How did i come so far?

The Light never abandoned me

I shall stay here for a while.

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A Straight-Edge Musical PsychopathJust trying to be human , & to make and be happy !!!!!and i write ..............!!X!!
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