The Mind

Cognition darkens with every note,

A screech, a scream, a souls afloat,

Lost memories take air from your throat,

A mind’s your thoughts a life has wrote.

You think.

You breathe.

You understand.

A maze of confusion for you to withstand.

My nerves engage in conversation. 

I sit.

I kill;

Imagination.

I ache and pain; avoid creation,

Create a thought from pure frustration,

Repress the mess of my temptation,

These acts are caused by limitation.

Outside the box, a dream has died.

A vision.

A scare.

A twist of the knife.

For what you’ve seen has been altered inside.

A horror.

A game.

A terrible space.

My darling, 

The mind;

Is a dangerous place.

Reviews

[Seshat Nidaba]

A bold write.

[Josephine Nive]

i agree. it DOES have a rhythm. the mind is a dangerous place. well written!

[Morrigan Nicole]

such a deep poem, yes it absolutely has a beat, and a god one too.

[Maryum Mazhar]

I absolutely love this.

It sounds like some rap song, there's actually a beat to it, not just rhythm, a beat. I love the second part of it :
"My nerves engage in conversation.
I sit.
I kill;
Imagination.
I ache and pain; avoid creation,
Create a thought from pure frustration,
Repress the mess of my temptation,
These acts are caused by limitation."

That poem is everything, flow, genius idea, vocabulary, rhyme, EVERYTHING. I think it's your best piece of poetry by far, of all of your work I've read.

Amazing. Just amazing.