The same words play over and again.
Yours comfort me.
Mine are lost in limbo-land,
tossed around by the chaos
in which no order can be found.
No drug induced madness reigns here.
The fury of lies, the struggle to remain wise,
when all around me is lost.
Fiona Clements lives in Ireland and has been writing poetry for about four years. She loves nature, animals, her friends and family. She wishes for world peace and end to war and hunger.
She blogs at: http://fiocle.blogspot.com/