Delusional.
They say
i am delusional;
my mind, i am told
comes and goes.
They say,
i am not like you,
not like you at all;
you whose life is lived
in bits and fits of rationality.
They say,
i choose this role of
"Delusionalist"
as a life passed by and never kissed
by fate or the closing gate
upon the crinoline dream.
They say – (i hear)
there is no cure
for a mind
as delusional as mine.
~r.
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Comments
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This is an interesting poem and I can relate to feeling delusional some days more than others.
I am curious to know what sparked this write. Care to share? Blessings, Patty
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