ChaosA Poem by james l navas
My thoughts. Diffracted like light out of a prism,
scrambled, as random as pi. Scattered like pigeons from an approaching gang; yet collected like rare stamps. Where I have been I know Where I am going I have know clue. My body fills with a warmth, a warmth which spreads from scalp to toe: The warmth is followed by a total happiness a thought i can hold on to. A safety buoy in a stormy ocean of emotions and thoughts. The voice of ration and sense desperately fighting to stop being drowned out.
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Added on October 24, 2016 Last Updated on October 24, 2016 Author
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