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Mar 2010
I am losing my mind, I slowly go insane.
I think to little, I think to big, but never enough.
I feel as if it is the source of my bane.
It is not known the way I act is a bluff

I am hiding how I feel, I don’t want others to think me enamored or even mad!
I imagine vivid colors and sounds, that makes the senses tingle!
Is it all real or am I suffering something like gad?
It is grand, as if my dreams and reality were to commingle!

How can it be that seeing these things is nuts?!
Is it possible that I am the normal one here!?
In space and beyond reality has my mind jut?!
I shall never act different! My mind will not clear!

I very much like my abstract thought
for society my mind will never be wrought
Sean Keane
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Sean Keane  Hicksville
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