Simple becomes scary with but very little prodding
As ghosts of mem’ries mingle in a cloudy soup of haze
Suddenly you realize that you haven’t slept in days
—Simple becomes scary with but very little prodding
—-Conscious cunning working out what subconscious is plotting
—It seems there’s more than one dimension built into this maze
Simple becomes scary with but very little prodding
As ghosts of mem’ries mingle in a cloudy soup of haze
You Tell Yourself Repeatedly, “But This is Just a Phase”
05 Dec 2011 Leave a Comment
in Poetry, Rondeau Tags: Poetry
