dementia overtakes me
in my myopic world of these four walls
all I see is my reflection
and all that keeps me company
is my misery
I have made this my sanctuary
as well as my prison
but if I can focus long enough
to remember where I placed the keys
I am free to leave
1-6-08
by shannon flanders
There has always existed a very fine line between genius and insanity.
Soulfully put Shannon, and a true dilemma too. Rgds, Ivan
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Superb! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! Rogerx.