An Unsettled Mind,
In pursuit of peace.
A Long lost dream,
Never Forgotten.
Tossing and Turning,
every night repeats the last.
Never Finding comfort.
My Mind's Curse.
As the bell tolls,
the clock strikes 12.
Flesh and Bone spent,
Thoughts begin to spiral,
Maddening.
Eyes shut,
the trap door opens.
Thoughts slip into reality,
as if sand falling through ones fingers.
A whisper starts,
a stampede follows.
The horde pillages and plunders my mind,
like waves upon the rocks.
Slowly eroding my resolve,
I am left confused yet certain.
The day will break,
Eyes open, The Trap door shuts!
When all is quiet, the stampede will resume.
The Whispers wait!
1 comment:
How the mad machine of the human mind tortures us with the futility of it's own and our existence.
And how well you express it.
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