Clarity Poem by Jim Farr

My mind; is not confined
To space and time
It sometimes flies away
Far from this time and place
Somewhere to hide
Scared of another sunrise
Madness is my guise
Through that prism, I reside
In a place its always midnight
Where doors remain closed
If I will them
They keep locked away
Things I'm inclined to hate
I never forget; this endearment
My soul now concerns
Beckons me from the cave
Reintroduced to the world
And my thoughts
They now cease to swirl