SCHIZOPHRENIA

She sits guarding the corner

Hands outstretched

As if holding back the walls

She remembers to gaze ahead

Until it is time for sabotage

She has concocted the reasons

Plus those responsible

For her sins

She is anxious to accuse

Looks forward to confuse

Calm comes with the plan

Resourceful, she knows who to fool

She always resists truth

Shoves logic in a box

Poisons love

And in the end

She demands further justice

For she is always correct.

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About Poetry Road/Marty Goes to Mars

Poetry storage, genealogy research and tribute to my grandson with Down Syndrome . Creativity is my outlet--expressions in acrylics, accomplished quilter , doll maker and writer. Please visit my shop sites. Thank you for stopping in!
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