Brainwashed

I stole away to find my room to comprehend my latest gloom I found my sadness had but ceased My mind was not 'til then released I began to search inside my head and found a solemn note that read "you must make exit from this place so's not to interrupt the pace-of-things you cannot comprehend but only that of time can mend" "What?" said I in angry voice "You dare to criticize my choice? but only I control such things you're but my puppet - I'M the strings!" With that I gave a mighty tug and somehow managed to unplug the things in mind I had not said and with soft heart took to my bed.

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Elizabeth Kinch

Date: 3/19/2017 12:31:00 PM

Great poem. Ditto to Johns' comment on the last line of third stanza, pure brilliance. Well done Gayle especially as I see you wrote it when you were 16.

Gayle Rodd
Date: 3/19/2017 12:33:00 PM

Thank you Elizabeth. Ya know, I came across some books of rough drafts that are over 40 years old!! I'm rescuing some of the poetry lost in my archives.

John Lawless

Date: 3/18/2017 1:44:00 PM

Love that third stanza Gayle..."but you're my puppet -I'M the strings!" ....great line there.

Gayle Rodd
Date: 3/18/2017 1:49:00 PM

thank you, John. Ya know, I think I wrote this when I was 16 (confused, teenage angst! lol)