About the Poem
This is a quickie that came to me while I was in a fit of depression and anxiety. Writing it gave me immediate respite from the difficult time I was in.
I wrote it in the back of my Kiteredge Shakespeare's Hamlet. Spontaneously, and in rhyming iambic pentameter (I think)., back when I had a brain. That iambic pentameter is infectious!
The streets were the streets of Cambridge, MA. The madness was the torment of an unrequited love.
*That's con-fus-ed (three syllables), ya'll :)
Mood Swings |
| by Burton Keeble |
| And how in this confused state, My bodiless legs have strode these streets, Wherein my mind my madness meets, My grievous troubled soul to mate, And give birth to sorrow ; then entreats, Me welcome change and troubles to abate. |
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