Brain Flies Poem by Princess LilyPad

Forgotten up on a bench up where the hillside crests,
Wonder round these grounds with no friends or guests,
Lay down in the sun at least smiling at me from the west,
Are those vultures circling above? No need to guess…

Where is the beauty our lonely girl in rages rags?
Liken yourself to the willows slowly starting to sag
Cry out,
For god’s sake, is this for what I was elatedly snagged?
To spend another day how it it lingers, drags.
Me, growing old, old. Damn sucked up surly hag…

Is it time, or is it me.
Who’s dragging who around,
tick tock or my belief?
Time defies me to feel free
and I too often groan with defeat.

But im so aware its passing by me,
it becomes sheer misery.
So neither causes anything.
I’m just a sweating, screwed up, folded down nothing.

My brain is a unimaginable terror,
A torturous neverending emotional clock.
My brains most certainly been made in error
Scalding hot sidewalks of thought, lone I walk.