My Walls
Wander, my mind does.
Never here nor there.
Illusions, are its tolls of my sanity.
Crushing my dreams,
Then building them up.
For she is a cruel, but gentle figment.
Wandering around the depths of my world, no wiser than me.
Suffer I will, but she’ll not stop.
This figment of mine is relentless and careless.
Destroying walls of sanity, erupting in-sanity.
For wander, my mind does.
Only in here.
Copyright © Rowan Haddock | Year Posted 2014
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