What became of my
mind ?
Why do I have so
much hate ?
I've become so
confined
safely behind my
own gate
I can be so unkind
especially of late
What became of my
mind ?
Why do I have so
much hate ?
maybe my heart's
blind
could be a cruel
trick of fate
playing with my
mental state
Who I am I can't
find
What became of my
mind ?
Copyright
© 2015 by Patrick B Vince
Rondel
Poem
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