the madness is but a whisper
that speaks to the chaos within,
tis okay though ... for as long as you
keep going forward and and don't give up,
it'll all make sense in the end.
the world will always have chaos
madness and drama to forge
the dreams into what makes
sense in the end
in the mind's bouquet
mine seems to be
gathered wildflowers
wrapped around
belladonna and foxglove.
Irises and daisies,
violets for sure...
a collection of strange
that suits me so well.
soft, lovely, and deadly,
with beauty to spare.
Rotate,
nothing to stop it,
against the flow
in and out again.
the entrance
to the jail,
has no locks…
Just a hesitant reminder
that prisoners are supposed
to be stopped.
Pattimouse 