My Mind
Sarah Anne Stinnet

Thoughts are locked away behind bars like inmates
Squeezed in squares to shriek out in longing for quick
Escape. Sounds no man who is sane is meant to
Hear. They are horrid

Beasts with claims of sanity. Should it happen,
These sinners let loose to be free and roaming
Berserk, truths I dare not accost would doom my
Mind the asylum.

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