Peace of mind,Does it really exist anymore,The urge for sleep,The understanding that I need more,The part that's broken,Hide in the in corner lurking,Aching within my head,Pound down the drums,And tearing up the dirt,To watch the flowers grow.The quiet friendlys that only make noise when I feed them.Wondering if they know,Even the cat crept in,Attention what she sought.The dog choose the foot of the bed over the floor,And I just wonder why,The quiet friendlys tried to say even more-Joshua Banks JJAJ
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When Sanity is Lost
PoetryAnd I just couldn't stop, before I knew it I was picking the pen up again. My second book in process this is soon to begin editing once my last one is done. As always hope you enjoy and find my insta @these.are.true.feelings
