Running Amok

Running Amok short poem

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Surely this is not just that–
Brat of imagination
Running amok?!

I thought I saw a man
Cajoling, indulging,
Planting plans in my head!

Then he disappeared
In grey ashes and smoke
Left-over embers of silence!

Only me talking to myself!
Those pretend games
I played against self and won!

Did I play it again?
Hallucinating in vain needs
Ghouls or Ghosts, are they!?!

They come- go-come as apparitions
Teasing my passionate sanity
Stripping my good wits undone!

Is it better to be sad and forlon-ed
Than be haunted and mad
If not dead meat clobbered to soften!?!

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Nadeem Qazilbash
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Bipolar, schizophrenia…, they give it names, but it’s a feeling, it’s a state of mind. Just another state.

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