Melvina Germain - (694) Thinking straight, an impossible task

Fever burns the inner sanctum of the brain,
allowing an enormous strain among
the nerves within. To creep among the
vessels of ceremonious culture,
relating to the whole stream of endless
torment.

Searching for freedom, yet finding a
doorway of doom and gloom, covered
in an unfriendly film, a good mind
stays not in tune, dies much too soon.

A travesty, is present, the inside not in
touch with the outside, raging toward a
deep dark hell.

It is not absurd to assume if the righteous
turned the other cheek, becoming evil
with the beasts they meet, what horrors
would we face, if evil mimicked grace.

Is it possible, day is night, good is evil
a dream is reality and life is death.
Confusion takes over the inner core of
The brain when depression is able to reign.

Melvina Germain

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