deranged poem by Ulyss Rubey I'm in the middle
of a puddle
of befuddlement.
Wandering
in the wilds
of bewilderment.
Fumbling in a fog.
Stumbling in the smog.
I'm entangled
in the jungle
of embranglement.
My mind is in a jumble,
any minute it may crumble.
I'm adrift
in the darkness
of derangement.
Each day i wait in horror
For the coming of tommorrow.
My poetry surely stinks,
And i'm running out of ink.
Does someone have a pen i can borrow?
11/22/2001 Posted on 11/22/2001 Copyright © 2024 Ulyss Rubey
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