Apocalyptic thoughts

A small piece that I wrote a long time ago, when my mind was troubled and worries were aplenty..

The mind is a dangerous thing,

it wanders way too often.

It takes me to places unknown,

and times once thought forgotten.

A poisonous dream,

it feeds me now and then.

Filling me with false hope,

and setting up my coffin.

And though i fight,

to dispel these dire thoughts.

It tends to come back and haunt me,

never tires, never stops.