Madness, I Tell You
Let me go. Mad as I am,
with no two days the same
in a mind aswirl, the world
making no sense. It’s senseless
to seek any solace here.
We’re at a loss. You, to puzzle
through my state, and I, to find
any comfort in my madness.
This poem is my response to Twiglet #245: let me go mad.
Image source: Reader’s Digest
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Excellent!
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Thanks!
And thank you for the prompt.
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Those last three lines are dynamite
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Thank you.
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It really is quite frustrating… to finish a puzzle and then a piece is missing! Quite maddening!! 🙂
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Some puzzles remain unsolved.
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True enough.
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Could be the world speaking, or listening (or maybe both…) (k)
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There’s certainly enough to go around!
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I have days when I feel like this! (So far, a good sleep resets my norms) – love “aswirl” as energy descriptor!
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Thanks, Jazz.
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They say you don’t need to be mad these days, but it sure does help!
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🙂 Each in our own way.
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