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State of mind
How I do spiral to the depths of devastation
Self involved and apposed.
Coiled
up as a serpent,
Eager to shed what was once a smile
behind closed doors, on the other side…
I lie vulnerable, desperate to impress.
Does it rise with the sun?
Not realizing each day is not the same
Minds over matter,
Matters over heart
And heart over “unnatural” hope,
Hope for which sees the night stand still.
Am I brave in what I say…
Or are my words just a puzzle to others.
How diverse is a Mind
That it only knows itself.
I stop to take a drag of my cigarette,
I look at the dark sky,
Trying to imagine each mind being their own.
Maybe we all do really live alone.
Upstairs I hear the knocking
Of so many opinions and ideas,
Creating yourself each day you open your eyes,
But wandering who you are amongst what you create.
I sit alone…
Cursed with the state of my own mind,
Yet infatuated with the idea of being creative.
Am I free to be inspired?
Or am I bound by that I aspire to be.
I wrap my arms around myself,
believing my own love is possible.
Amongst perfection
I find comfort in all the obscurity.
Simple or obscene… it’s just a thought,And it is mine… forever.Write your abstract here.
Published: March 05, 2008