Deluding fog crawls through the senses,
Baffling sight and sound.
Illusions, like clowns,
Dance in cruel japery -
Shifting shapes inhabiting a wasteland
Where no future and no past can be discerned.
For this is hell -
Where only contorted images
Swirl, merge, reform,
In the meaningless meanderings
Of a broken mind.
© Gill Dunstan
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