My mind sags in it's own blood,
captured in my skeletons skull.
Movement causes internal thuds,
all it's edges rounded and dull.
The nerves attached, internal strings,
electrically and chemically neurons sent.
Messages from and towards it sing,
my mind understands each notes intent.
Then there is those thoughts it thinks,
control and awareness of the bodies feel.
It's what tells the eyes to blink,
my mind it sags but it is real.
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Author:
Maplespal (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: October 10th, 2025 12:32
- Comment from author about the poem: Sorry, just another brain dump.
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Comments1
Surreal in a way and a bit of a twisted read with strange images. Well done
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