the mind is a haunted castle
to those who know the touch
and vagaries that come when we
are tenuous with our emotions
mental life and such
the mind can be wet and moldy
the mind can have voices too
but from outside look beautiful like
a place that others would like to be
but not if they could see
you
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Owen "Beleaguered" Servant (a/k/a Sibelius Russell) writes poetry mostly, with an occasional pause to have a seizure.
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