The Mind Hurts
3/15/21
Feeling Your Presence is Common within this Room and within this Bed. You are so Close that their is a Physical Connection. How to Explain. How to Tell Someone to Believe the Craziest of Craziest Dreams. They Believe in the Sickness. They believe in the Disease. It's like Being in a Pit or Prison and Everyone Laughs, Points and Spits. This Mind is Crazy. This Mind is Twisted. Everyone Looks in this Direction and Finds Issues, Mistakes and Stupidity. Looking at You in Away, their is Hope, Safety and Release. Again Feeling Your Presence is Remarkable. The Room Sings and the Bed Glows. As You Lay Next. The Sickness Leaves. As You Lay Next. The Craziest of Crazies Leaves. Your Someone to Believe in. The Physical Connection Feels Good. You Feel Good and it is just Imagination. A Dream. A Memory that Continues to Dance. Skip along the Water and Jump. Where to go. Where to Look. Your in My Mind, Heart and Soul. Your Voice Echoes within at Times. You are Soothing to the Touch. This Imagination has a Lock on You. Maybe their will be a Day to See You. Maybe their be a Day to Tell You these Feelings. Crazy this Mind is. Crazy this Mind Hurts...
M.J.S.
- Author: MJS (Pseudonym) ( Offline)
- Published: February 11th, 2022 19:15
- Comment from author about the poem: Something I wrote sometime ago about being alone.
- Category: Letter
- Views: 12
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