when i am sane in the rain. my brain is plain.
slipping
when will the darkness loose his tight grip
i feel his hand squeeze; as i begin to slip
donna marie
ugh
my stray thoughts annoy me as they roll around my head…..
just tidbits
from blackish, gray clouds; i can hear the strife
lightening and thunder; as if battling for life
alone, in my mind i fight
mindmatters 