Constance La France Poet Rhyme

My Psychosis

Oh, sometimes I lose my reality,
and have a severe psychosis;
my life is a sloping fatality,
sliding on life's bevel is atrocious;
into a sinkhole deep and circular,
with a scream quite spectacular.

Often, I feel like an outcast drifter shabby,
a derelict no better than a stray tabby;
my soul is crumbling into a fragment broken,
I gather up a piece to keep as a token.

Perhaps, this is all just an illusion,
a figment- maybe a weird dream;
but, I have leverage for this confusion,
my spirit and my soul work like a team;
with great courage and heart-  I make a promise,
and a resolution of solace.

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June 3, 2019


Written for the contest, Eight Word Challenge
sponsor, Kai Michael Neumann

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Jan Allison June 3, 2019 at 12:38 PM deep and dark Constance can't wait to drop by again to read the final poem:-) hugs Jan xx Constance La France June 3, 2019 at 1:53 PM Jan, thanks for visiting during creation, all done !