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Mental.
Voices, Nightmares, Flashes, Hell.
Sanity, spent.
Time, lost.
Mind, mental.
Blade, on wrist.
Blood, pours.
Life, lost.
Now read it back all the words backwards. This is my first time trying a poem like this so it's not my best.

Backwards-
(Lost, life.
Pours, blood.
Wrist on, blade.
Mental, mind.
Lost, time.
Spent, sanity.)
Noise, pain, voices, darkness.
I think I'm back, I'm not sure yet so my poetry posting might be a bit spotty for the next few days.
I'm taking a short break and won't be on again till this weekend.
Some complain about the noisy neighbors outside.

I complain about the noisy "neighbors" inside my head.
The funny thing about sanity, is it's judged from two certain points of view.
Most things are judged from many views, sanity is not one of them. In the end, It will all fit together.
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