Thoughts

by Chrystal Doucette

I can feel the world spinning around,
In a blue-purple haze, the voices surround me.
High 'bove the crest I can't feel any pain,
My only thoughts are of hatred and vain.
Suddenly, I hear them gathering,
One by one they keep on coming.
Hearing these voices makes me cry,
Just knowing I'm alone, I feel like I could die.
My head fills with thoughts; someone else's- not mine,
I start to travel, faster through time.
My mouth tastes sour, of lemons and limes,
I put in more tokens- quarters and dimes.
My mind begins to crash, to stop in a flash,
The burning of ashes, the water, a splash-
'I'm not crazy!' I shout at the moon.
It doesn't reply, but I hear its tune.
As the clock strikes noon, I wave my goodbyes,
To enter a world full of delusions and lies.

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