Poetry

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MY SANITY


Thoughts speed through my feeble brain
Full tilt
Supersonic
Likened to a bullet train
Gliding through a tunnel
Each passing window
Represents a vivid memory
My pen moves mystically
Guided by Holy Ghost penmanship
Difficult to isolate one specific notion
Dwell upon its conceptual significance
Fragments of joyful laughter
Mixed with chunks of horror
A jumbled mess at times
Until I seek His calming presence
My sanity
Clinically “sound” I suppose
Yet fragile
Ever adapting
In the face of relentless temptation
Aggressive satanic attack
Even in the sway of Morpheus
The battle rages on
These words I leave behind
Chronicle my journey
Often I have no clue
To their true in-depth meaning
Personally
A release
Pressure valve if you will
Brief shelter from the explosions in my skull
God’s sacred purpose
Far beyond my humble human grasp
I simply obey
Share the peaks and valleys
Open this poet’s heart to you all
In the name of Jesus Christ



© Bill Grimes Jr. 2006

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