Following the river of my mind
Twisting and turning the paths do wind
Never know what I might find
But if I travel far too deep
The essence of my mind will seep
Away my mind unable to keep
From the hidden cracks unknown
The places I don't want to roam
My mind just trying to get back home
Its always just a losing fight
Trying to find that place of light
Through the deep dark shadows of the night
And pull my wandering conscious back
And find my reality my mind does lack.
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Author:
Azura Nightsong (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: December 16th, 2016 15:46
- Comment from author about the poem: Not my best poem, wrote it in a spur of the moment last year.
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Comments2
Great write
thanks
Welcome
This reminds me of when at times my own mind has something that is unclear but fascinating and it is as if i am chasing myself to finish the thought. That may not make any sense. Anyway, I could relate to your well crafted poem.
it makes sense. thanks though.
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