Inside Out
Upside Down
A Mind in torment ‘hind a frown
For my neighbour
Not for me
I’m okay,
My thoughts are free.
I read,
I dream,
Recall the good
I run through fields
Hide in woods
I’m lucky
For I have a friend
Someone to have
The love I send.
That’s all I need
To stay the course
To gird my loins
Repel ill force
And with the love
That I receive
I don’t feel down
I cannot grieve
So bless my friend
For being there
We’ll hug again
Out there, somewhere.


by Bastian Wolf



Poem taken from issue 16 of theRecord.

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