Below is the poem entitled Twisted which was written by poet
Smith. Please feel free to comment on this poem. However, please remember, PoetrySoup is a place of encouragement and growth.
Read Poems by
Twisted minds work in pairs i should know i have been there in the dark dank rooms that
smell of urine and vomit and grit. Twisted a word to say may be bad or good only to ones
mind who fits the task of that which it means to pass.
Twisted can be what ever you wish, Iron, heart, And life shrouded.
Twisted the word the used to call me but why? They say I am a twisted mind a plotter of
many but i was not this my mind is clear but we all have a dark side.