Insane
INSANE
ARE YOU AWARE IN YOUR MIND OF MINDS,
THAT HATRED IS TO THE SELF UNKIND,
FORGIVE FORGET AND JUST MOVE ON,
DO IT AND THE WEIGHT IS GONE,
THIS CALMNESS IS SUBLIME.
HATRED DRIVEN MURDER COMES,
REVENGE THE CURSE ON THE BRAIN THAT NUMBS,
THY REBELS CAUSE - WHERE THERE IS NONE,
SO BLINDED IS THE WISE,
SICKNESS CAME WITH HATREDS CURSE,
EYE FOR AN EYE - SO GOES THE VERSE,
CONTROL OF BRAIN, does THE MIND REHEARSE,
PUT OUT THE FIRE, INSANE!!!
AND YOU'LL BE WELL AGAIN,
TO TAKE UP WRITING VERSE???
AGAIN?
Don Johnson
Copyright © Don Johnson | Year Posted 2014
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