Recycled Sanity

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    Recycled Sanity

    Kick mosaic demons
    out of my head
    siphon noxious sulfur
    with its malignant odor
    and clear metaphorical air
    from my breathing space.

    Grip my hand
    and drag me from
    this unfamiliar territory
    lost in the fog
    of fuzzy memories
    born in a cloud of darkness

    Shower my racing thoughts
    with Heaven's blessed rain
    cleanse evil scenes
    replaying like a demented movie
    and bring down a deluge
    of recycled sanity.

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    A poem begins as a lump in the throat, a sense of wrong, a homesickness, a lovesickness. It finds the thought and the thought finds the words.

    Robert Frost (1875-1963) American Poet.

    MargaretMarr’s Poems (5)

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