Anti-Psychotic
So overwhelmed in my Mind's bleak realm;
A mental dungeon where I am bludgeoned...
I lose control; release the helm-
(I have no strength; can barely function)
Beguiled by trials, my thoughts defiled-
Trying tortures, they compound- compile!
I lament this long torment,
And ponder if the pain's worthwhile
Copyright © Just That Archaic Poet | Year Posted 2014
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