Fever burns the inner sanctum of the brain, <br />allowing an enormous strain among <br />the nerves within. To creep among the <br />vessels of ceremonious culture, <br />relating to the whole stream of endless <br />torment. <br /> <br />Searching for freedom, yet finding a <br />doorway of doom and gloom, covered <br />in an unfriendly film, a good mind <br />stays not in tune, dies much too soon. <br /> <br />A travesty, is present, the inside not in <br />touch with the outside, raging toward a <br />deep dark hell. <br /> <br />It is not absurd to assume if the righteous <br />turned the other cheek, becoming evil <br />with the beasts they meet, what horrors <br />would we face, if evil mimicked grace. <br /> <br />Is it possible, day is night, good is evil <br />a dream is reality and life is death. <br />Confusion takes over the inner core of <br />The brain when depression is able to reign.<br /><br />Melvina Germain<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/694-thinking-straight-an-impossible-task/
