Rants And Ravings Of A Mad Woman

Hell bound, and dark spent.

Here I sit, and still I wonder.

What if things were done different?

Where would I be today?

What if rolls off my tongue.

College would have been done.

In the days before husbands, and children come.

When moments are no longer yours.

Not enough hours in a day.

Borrowing from moments that no longer exist.

The constant moan of fate stings in your ear.

Existence is realized.

Hide the visions from my eyes.

Cover my ears not to hear life’s cruel ironies.

Still here I sit with pen in hand, and ramble on.

Endless blabber, uncontrolled chatter.

The rants and ravings of a mad woman.

Senseless thoughts formed in ink, and shaped by my twisted mind.

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