Russell Sivey Poet Pantoum

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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Don Johnson November 27, 2012 at 7:17 PM how deep the cut, the pain is but, camoflague for the sanity, be strong and just, don't look nonplussed, as it bruises of the vanity.... re "Salts of Insanity" Russell Sivey Don

Jack Horne November 27, 2012 at 2:19 PM lovely pantoum, my friend - such a hard form for me, but you make it look so easy

Poet Destroyer A November 26, 2012 at 8:09 PM Russell, wow.. my salty body it is. I feel sane when needed... some thoughts here... very different,,, love it..PD

Sara Kendrick November 26, 2012 at 5:54 PM I hope that you have won over that struggle with sanity..Ha!!Enjoyed reading this eve..I see that you tried a new form..Thanks for stopping by...Sara

Laila Andresen Mjelde November 26, 2012 at 4:39 PM Hey hey Russeii, today I took the time to read your poem and be the first to comment, Great poem I liked it! Have a great day, hug from me Laila Laila Andresen Mjelde November 26, 2012 at 4:41 PM Sorry!! I wrote your name wrong Russell!!