Disturbed Mind
Not for me
of shattered faith
those words of unadulterated care
laid down in
happenstance
gone missing in
disrepair . . .
hollow
. . . lost on reckless screeching wind
cracking windows
blind
raving mad at
empty spaces
slithering
on the floor
jabbering
insane
Copyright © Jill Martin | Year Posted 2006
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