> Tricky Ricky
>
> Confined within a closed mind
> Apparitions roam vicious in intent
> Making me believe, holding me captive
> Lys are my truths
> MY ignorance is taught
> I don't know the truth
> I'm not allowed
> Confined within this narrow mind
>
> My world is dark and cold
> It's always black as night
> The only light that I see is that which
> trickles threw the fog of black Cloud
> I sit on a tree stump and look out into the mist
> Watching it crate shapes of abominable horrors that
> Only appear in the darkest reaches of my mind
> Dead trees surround me
> Their branches reach for the sky and at me
> As if seeking salvation from there mere existence
>
>
> *
>
> Awful, innit. .

Yeah, but the poem's great! Must suck to be Ricky!

That soup I was going to post has to wait now till
next weekend, as things have gotten too busy, but
I haven't forgotten.


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