Winged in the chaos am I,
The roots of enchant broke;
Stayed the distress in my soul,
Finding nowhere to go;
Is it the past that’s cursing you,
Confused my mind spoke;
Questions are not now to answer,
You have the heart to invoke;
Riddled are my inside thoughts,
Pain flows like a smoke;
Shattered are the fantasies,
Leaving the brain’s cloak;
Solace is the treasure only some find,
Insane I ate berries of scoke.
Penfluky 