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| 'Doodle Pondering the Problems' By Trish |
Behind them as well.
If I were to let my mind wander, where would it go?
But there it is, I can't bear to do that, ah, if only I could.
What is it that lurks in the shadows?
Sometimes, when I've dared to lift the edge of the,
Black curtain, it has not been a matter of,
What, I saw, but rather, of what I felt.
There was a strange hot-icy-cold sense of?
Its touch, made me pull away,
It touched me a second time, again I pulled away.
The hot ice heat was so fierce,
I became drenched with sweat.
The drops trembled upon my skin,
Then rolled, fell and spread,
Into a mighty flood, that washed me out to sea.
I floundered amidst boiling giant waves,
Then was drawn into, a whirlpool,
That sucked me down, down under the sea.
Down, down I went, and down further again.
Madness looms large in these hurricane of emotions.
What else can account for all that I feel and see?
When I dare to lift the corner of the dusty black curtain,
That lurks in the shadows. Those under my eyes,
And behind them as well.
Tushie 1991
What else can
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