Repressed Insanity

What a night
It is tonight,
As the stars whirl overhead
And thoughts fall to the earth.

Seemingly rain-
Long dripping drain,
Of those flowing fluid thoughts
That fall to the cold dark earth.

Such wonderment
Wishes of endearment,
Are the raining stars above
That are falling as simple drops.

Ideas to taunt
Maybe haunt,
My hard itching brain
With their cantering decent.

As a cold ghost
With me the host
To the screams and cries
Of the banshee’s wail.

Cruelty
Sodomy
Trips to the ground
From warm perch above.

This my trip
Of thoughts that drip
From above to earth
My Repressed insanity.

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