MANIC THOUGHTS
I am a
revolving door
spinning
out of
control
My mind
decisions
dreams
thoughts
take flight
On the wind
wherever it blows
like Forrest Gump's
feather
No home
no place to belong
no like-minded
soldiers prepared
to fight alongside
Because the battle
is a losing one
no army can
infiltrate my
mind
And quell
the manic
madness
of my
thoughts
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3 June 2018
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Honestly,
Doghaus