Sterile Sanity
My inner peace is at war with it’s companion; my heart,
as it wanders around for melodies to it’s beats.
The rhythms of the quake down my brain about sanity,
left my memory box sterilized and dancing offbeat.
I found my thoughts provoking,
for not being honest with my instincts
and playing games with my emotions.
I peacefully stare at the ceiling,
silently barking at my conscience,
for channeling my strength into a fighting arena with my lost self,
then I realize I’m being silly.
Diligently finding answers to non-existing questions is not a mental whim,
It is my sterile sanity.
I am Mamagã Elorm Wrights
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