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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
CrueyCreations 2016