The house of my mind has a leaky roof.
Emotional hurricanes battered windows and walls.
Rooms reek with smell from the stale flooded damage.
Mold eats away at the multitude of confused memories.
Down there, disease from one too many women.
Shrunken, lost, and a shadow peering into the empty night.
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Wonderful metaphor here, as mouldy metaphor can be it's a brilliant and very emotional to be able to see the imagery of what a mind feels like, I've had these moments in my life on my mind, caused by love🌹
Thank you. A mind is troublesome at times. I enjoyed your feedback.
The metaphor works well and is well employed. Great wording here.
Responses help me understand which direction to go. Thanks.
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