My Mind Is Mad

Hey guess what! My poem, ‘My Mind is Mad’ made Under The Silver Tree poetry competition’s national shortlist.

The judge said it ‘had wonderful clarity that serves so well to illuminate the subject of mental decline’. Um, I’m choosing to take that as a compliment.

Here is the poem for your metrical pleasure.

My Mind is Mad

My Mind is Mad 
It isn’t me
It’s my mind that’s mad
She invents horrors 
And plays them for me
On a screen so large and loud and close
I cannot tell it's a film

My mind is mad
She does not let a thought drift by 
But leaps on
Gets knotted in the skeins 
Of this could happen
Of that could be
Until I can't unravel

My mind is mad
I wander the house of my dreams
Hear cackling in the attic
Rocking, rocking
Never sleeping
It’s that crazy old crone, can’t you see?
She’s the one who’s mad
Not me

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