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Insanity

Neurotransmitters, Spinning Out of Time

By Carolann DowsettPublished 4 years ago 1 min read

Insanity, insanity, gets in his brain. Insanity, insanity, drives him insane.

Mutterings and murmurings, over again, when will his craziness, ever end.

How did he get here, alone in the dark. In a world so bleak, so cold and so stark.

Once he knew love, he had found the one. But now he is nothing, but a homeless bum.

It was the drugs that did it, they messed with his mind, sent his neurotransmitters, spinning out of time.

Now his life is full of sorrow and pain, he lives in confusion, nothings the same. This bloody insanity, has made him insane.

surreal poetry

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Carolann Dowsett

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