The frayed ends of sanity

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The frayed ends of sanity. Concealed by my vanity. Thankfully, you don't see. These demons following me. The past, engulfs. The present seems neverending. The future holds. Fortunes untold. The frayed ends of sanity. Whatever happened to humanity! Everyone wants a piece of me. Gnashing, they're calling me. All around, blood I see. Whatever happened to humanity. The frayed ends of sanity. This and that, so much disparity. I hear the winds calling my name. They say they can take away pain. The rustling of leaves. Tells me not to cleave. I'm standing on what's left of me. The only land in an island of sea. Frayed ends of sanity. I want to feel some happy. Joy I do have; but now I want to be savvy. With whatever is left of me. Disappearing memories .... Regression from oppression. These cells are crumbling into termination. But the blood that flows…

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About Jonathan Caswell

Mr. Caswell has been composing poetry at least since High School. He has been on WORD PRESS for ten years and contributes to two other blogs beside this one. This blog has a Christian emphasis but all bloggers are welcome. Mr. Caswell chooses to---with permission--re[post material of interest

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