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The Rantings of a Damaged Mind

By Nick Armbrister and Mel Grobler

Petalled

I’m bearing my soul to you, I’m a summer flower so (frail and fragile)... showing you everything. I am so vulnerable to life’s fall out. What else can I do?

My poems, like me, very breakable when my dark side is visible. My inverse petal side is black. With the power to destroy me. Will I lose everything when you see how shattered I am?

Or do I keep my petal face to the sun, hiding my dark underside from you? What darkness. Yet I live and love with such power, ignoring what can, will, kill and destroy me. Party on in blissful ignorance.

It’s August... (by Mel)
Its August
When the wind blows
My hair, my smile off my face, my eyes full of sand
And my dress comes flying over my head,
I stand
In the middle of the race
Of dust coming from all over the place.
Its Misery
When the wind knocks
On the door, opens it without invitation
And enters without hesitation
My mood overflows with desperation
My mind with determination
To stop this irritation
This never-ending, awful sensation-
This winds illustration
Of my worst humiliation
Its motivation to tear me apart
It pulls at me, but then pushes me away,
Again!
Its gladness 
When he finally leaves
This unwelcome guest, to tease
Yet another until
She's driven to madness too.

Its surprise
When he returns once more
And rushes out to deform a helpless tree
Whatever can the reason
For such, strange behaviour be?
Like a child he throws a tantrum,
But what can one do?
To please this friendless wind?
And comfort it too?
Its peace when he eventually ceases
To anger me.
"Take me or leave"
He softly whispers through
The leaves in the trees,
As he slowly leaves
I can breathe once again.
Its regret
That fills my heart
What can I ever miss about
That spiteful one that grabs and rips you
Apart?
Its sadness
That fills my soul
My agitated friend is gone
And I am, once again,
Alone!