Changing Aura's: Mid-life CrisisA Poem by Rose Masen
I'm too young, too inexperienced.
All of this stress is really an inconvenience. My mind is scattered, thoughts running loosely I feel frozen yet in overdrive- my spirit's in neutral; uselessly. I feel alone, once again, frightened by a feeling of guilt Yet I've done nothing wrong but feel as though my life's axis is destined to tilt. I can no longer comprehend the beginning or ending of my thoughts, Like a toddler with an arithmetic worksheet; I'm lost. I've never experienced the bucket-list of adventures, yet I feel like a loner, with a carefree smile, I don't remember. Mid-life crisis or stunning realization, I can't decide, my life's an uproar, silent suffering, hoping my "book of life" can be revised. Why has my life began churning with nauseating speed, All I want is to be alone, in my thoughts, my heart has gayly agreed. I need answers, I pray, and make attempts to clear my psyche, but to no avail, I draw a sketch pad of blanks, and mind full of future fright. I sense my aura changing as time ticks softly by, viciously and playfully; light and dark, wet and dry. My soul is dark, such beauty gives my inner abyss such delight, A darkness as beautiful as the pristine moon erecting at night. © 2013 Rose MasenAuthor's Note
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StatsAuthorRose MasenSomewhere around here, FLAboutI bury my inadequacies in my writing, and resurrect my confidence with my finished pieces. -Rose. more..Writing
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