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My mind is a maelstrom of confusion,
As thoughts, one by one, emerge relentlessly,
Attacking my consciousness with no time for respite.
I want them to stop, or allow me to contemplate,
One thing at a time but this is not granted to me.
Like a storm battering a coastline, destroying everything,
My mind feels as if it is being peeled like a fruit,
The skin and pith removed and the soft flesh revealed.
That flesh is being gnawed away eroding my reason,
Challenging my decision making, my very psyche.
There has to be a way to slow this descent,
Because if not I may soon be resident in a room,
Padded, soundproofed and under constant supervision.
My only company a myriad or collage of random images,
Neither satisfying nor extensive enough to preserve my sanity.



Alistair Muir
02/05/2010
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Holding Back the Terrors
Date: Sunday, 2nd May 2010 @ 07:04:53 AM AEST
Topic: Sad Poetry

Contributed By: aliopterix
Holding Back the Terrors.


My mind is a maelstrom of confusion,
As thoughts, one by one, emerge relentlessly,
Attacking my consciousness with no time for respite.
I want them to stop, or allow me to contemplate,
One thing at a time but this is not granted to me.
Like a storm battering a coastline, destroying everything,
My mind feels as if it is being peeled like a fruit,
The skin and pith removed and the soft flesh revealed.
That flesh is being gnawed away eroding my reason,
Challenging my decision making, my very psyche.
There has to be a way to slow this descent,
Because if not I may soon be resident in a room,
Padded, soundproofed and under constant supervision.
My only company a myriad or collage of random images,
Neither satisfying nor extensive enough to preserve my sanity.



Alistair Muir
02/05/2010


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