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About This Poem
Salts of Insanity
In your grasp I wonder my sanity
Complete with fear of loneliness I feel
I brush with the salts of insanity
She doesn’t make it easy, I’m a heel
Complete with fear of loneliness I feel
A deep depression might come over me
She doesn’t make it easy, I’m a heel
You try to comfort but it comes empty
A deep depression might come over me
Nothing in your voice allows any joy
You try to comfort but it comes empty
I can’t imagine a life to enjoy
Nothing in your voice allows any joy
I brush with the salts of insanity
I can’t imagine a life to enjoy
In your grasp I wonder my sanity
Russell Sivey
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