Blaming everyone but myself
Sweeping all my friends off the shelf
Obsessive thoughts circling in my brain
Repeating and intruding causing me pain
Bringing in all the darkest cages
Upon the brightly lit stark stages
Doubting my abilities, am I insane?
Locking them all under lock and chains
Who’s in the cages, I’ve swept them away?
See them all standing over there; I’ve kept them at bay?
Now I’m pacing in circles, and feeling so tight
It’s getting awfully hot here underneath these bright lights
© 2011 Michael Yost
http://jinglepoetry.blogspot.com/2011/07/poetry-potluck-week-45-nature-and-life.html
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