A scrabbled mind
My mind is round the bend.
Mashed and scrambled like eggs.
My mind is controlled by an evil from afar.
I fear that I am going mad.
But keep it to myself I will.
My mind is strange.
It has gone like a scrabbled egg.
All mushy and not whole.
I feel worse than yestuarday.
My mind I am losing.
And going round the twist
poem by Amy Louise Kerswell
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