Devils and angels hammer at my head
a clutter of ideas chatter aloud
thoughts riddle in and out -
a quizzical labyrinth
they squabble, they scream, they wither, they mope
the good and the evil battle along
reason lies squashed under frivolous greed
virtue argues with imaginaton's crippled flutter
truth nudges pride, alter egos draw blood
hope lights up the coridoors of remorse
an experience whispers life into decaying dreams
the phantom of a lost love flits past
its forgotten reassurance warms me
I watch amused, the outsider inside.
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