A Scrabbled Mind

My mind is round the bend.
Mashed and scrambled like eggs.
My mind is controlled by an evil from afar.
I fear that I am going mad.
But keep it to myself I will.

My mind is strange.
It has gone like a scrabbled egg.
All mushy and not whole.
I feel worse than yestuarday.
My mind I am losing.
And going round the twist

by Amy Louise Kerswell

Comments (2)

What an amazing write - scrambled like eggs...great line.. Sometimes our minds cloud over and we got lost in the mist of things. Very well composed and thought out. best wishes Jon
My mind is strange. It has gone like a scrabbled egg. All mushy and not whole. I feel worse than yestuarday. the open way of mind and its...