Psychology

So your wife dies, in your dreams
From tangled lies, and hazy means
So your son lays, he slit his wrists
You lost your way, and aren’t missed
So you drink, for warm health
Your tears sink, in unused wealth
So mother dies, cancer consumed
Dead are the wise, for we are doomed
So I determine, at last for you
You have chickenpox, yes it’s true

Reviews

[Vincent Esprit FMI]

wow this is a great...right...this piece is so well put together....I admire the way you bring our the topic psychology...well written

regards,
vincent