Crazy is me
In my mind—
‘Tis what you see
In womankind.
One step forward,
One step back,
We make up in words
The meaning we lack.
We dig our holes
As we analyse,
Torturing our souls,
Our hearts we paralyse.
Stuck in quandary
We cry and pout
For answers to our queries,
But there is no way out...
For the labyrinth of your smile
Hallucinations do incite;
Your ease to beguile
Could turn day into night.
My opiate— the song you sing
Like a nightingale, nay, a siren’s call,
Draws me to a beautiful thing,
But, alas, 'tis an untimely fall.
And so the corners of my mind are wound
Searching for the answers ne’er to be found,
Striving to get my feet back on the ground,
To regain my strength, my sense and sound.
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