A million thoughts swirling,
some falling into the abyss,
others land on separate shelves,
to be remembered in a minute,
maybe a week, or year,
however long it entails.
Right now,
my prefrontal cortex,
is trying to have a rave,
my confidence leaps,
failing to put on a show,
memories of loved ones departed,
attempting to prance like their former selves.
My focus shifts between,
taking cover as monsters appear,
night falls in,
the rave turns to dust,
dreams of twirling in the sun,
long abandoned in the dark.
Silence sings from all sides,
calling my inner voice,
although it pours like rain,
perhaps a waterfall,
I twirl, prance, and dance,
my forgotten thoughts,
mine once more.
Written By: Katie Clarke
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kitty the naughty poet (
Offline) - Published: November 11th, 2021 07:37
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Comments1
Reads like an acid trip! Lucky you if your mind cavorts unassisted through such hoops of recall and imagination.
Wow,acid trip,..now those are two words I haven't heard together in a long time.lol🎇🌅🎆
a good trip or a bad trip?
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