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Poetic Freaks

 

 

Freaks… Freaks for a reason

Spending our days fussing with our demons

Is there not one who’s sane?

Whose heart and mind isn’t filled with disdain

 

Addictions to the craft

Comprehending our existence we graft

A cathartic process

Our journaled experience of progress

 

Hidden within thy rhyme

Mathematical equation confines

A mind not that I know

Or comprehend in the ways that I grow

 

An Inspired conscience

Exploring my interruptive nonsense

These thoughts I fantasize

Of my mental health I romanticize

 

Tell me for what reasons

I explore through poetic cohesions

What answers do I quest

Conformation of how I’m dispossessed

 

Through this art form of poem

And the cathartic process I call home

I search to find the core

And all the broken doors that I explore

 

Thoughts driving me batty

My intellectual mind quite scatty

Bathed in ambivalence

With struggles of cognitive dissonance

 

 

 

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