My own worst enemy is my mind
Take it out for a few days, so I can have a good time.
Stuck in my head - making my bed for all the wrongs that I've done.
Sharpen the blade, the bed has been made as I stare down the barrel of a gun.
I used to run into the world head first ready for battle.
This life has taken a toll on my poor dear old soul and left me rattled.
Which was is up, anything now to protect my heart.
Shelter the storm, gone on long past the norm, can't prepare my mind for this restart.
So I hold on real tight, crying well into the night hoping to someday see the light.
~I.S.~
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Author:
Introverted Sage (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: June 17th, 2024 15:07
- Comment from author about the poem: 27.2023.10
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Comments3
Excellent write
Thank you!
You're welcome
A friend said that the mind is a terrible master, but a wonderful servant. I'm working on it!
Very true! It's a long process for sure
The mind can be both a friend and a terrible enemy. Over thinking is a curse. Enjoyed the read. Well conveyed lines.
Indeed it can! Thank you!
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