Dementia

Circumstances lead to acceptance

 

Thoughts unclean,
memories raped.
The way I think,
severely shaped.

Whether its good,
or if change is bad.
I am beginning to think,
I'm going mad.

My ideas, wild,
my actions, unclear.
I know what I'm doing,
so I show no fear.

The way I live,
dreams becoming reality.
I'll make them exist,
without technicality.

So I'll play the game,
using pawns like toys.
This psychopath lifestyle,
I've begun to enjoy.

Reviews

[Addie]

I liked it. Very nice rhymes =]

[Voice11]

Very well done. I don't think the rhyming takes away from the message at all, as some poems do. You have a good talent with that. Keep writing