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That threadbare blanket
I wrap myself in it
But never receiving it
I walk down the street
What’s wrong with her?
They ask
Look at her
They say
Look at that blanket
It is the cloak
The shroud
Of insanity
I wind it round my shoulders
And tighter
Never letting go
Slowly strangling myself

With the moth eaten cloth
Yet still cold
Still freezing
Not feeling
Not seeing
Always wrapping myself in the blanket
Only to get tangled up
But insanity
Is my blanket
It is my blanket
And I cannot

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whitehouseolivia said...
Dec. 28, 2012 at 7:58 pm
that was an outstanding poem! I really truely enjoyed it, can't wait for more!
Jesakeita replied...
Jan. 1, 2013 at 10:45 am
thanks deary!!!
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