Crossed up
Twisted sense of realities
Sieve retaining memories
Multiply sifted assorted trains of thought
Colliding mismatched portions rot retention
Grasp in vain one wonders if sane.
Contortions fluctuate rapidly
Preventing track with ease
Strain this mind as synapse collapse
Finding paths erroneously
Skews comprehension un-proportionately
Masking as it paints,
This picture which relates
Hollowness without known existence
Pummeling down this abyss
Surface remnants of what exists
What is missing is bliss
For being while contorted
Leaves ones mind quite distorted
Cognition of condition
Washes mental position
Of this twisted rendition
-- Todd (aka: "Toad")
EDIT:
Maybe it would be appropriate to rename this thread:
Poetry -- "Ode to Toad"
Twisted sense of realities
Sieve retaining memories
Multiply sifted assorted trains of thought
Colliding mismatched portions rot retention
Grasp in vain one wonders if sane.
Contortions fluctuate rapidly
Preventing track with ease
Strain this mind as synapse collapse
Finding paths erroneously
Skews comprehension un-proportionately
Masking as it paints,
This picture which relates
Hollowness without known existence
Pummeling down this abyss
Surface remnants of what exists
What is missing is bliss
For being while contorted
Leaves ones mind quite distorted
Cognition of condition
Washes mental position
Of this twisted rendition
-- Todd (aka: "Toad")
EDIT:
Maybe it would be appropriate to rename this thread:
Poetry -- "Ode to Toad"
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