Disarray to Disarray

this poem is open to interpretation i want to hear others thoughts...it is also scattered andjumbled because i felt that way.

 

INTRODUCTION

 

obsession is default

marked by love

passion is giving love

so why do things still become dissarayed?

mind is nothing

 

until it is filled with one's own original thoughts

other wise you are adopting someone else's mind

mindfullness is not a talent

yet i cannot seem to grab a hold of it...

 

mark my territory with envy

to stroll once again into pity

bruise my chances at anything by striking harder 

like a vipor i suck you dry

space not  given because faith is hidden

better yet non existant

the troubles in my mind are not quite hard to find

and i use them

i use them well

trouble  comes only when you cook it up

fast and sufficient

easily ready to attack

ones who only send love

conspiricies are easily brewed as well

only to bring me  light in hell

cry cry cry

label label label

and do it again...

Author's Note

sorry if this poem is scattered i was thinking a lot of thoughts just give your opinion on it. thanks!

Reviews

[The Elder]

I sense a great deal of pain, confusion, and self illumination in this piece.
You seem to be saying that you realize and regret that you use and hurt others who care about you, but feel you have to do so to protect yourself from pain. If so, you must be experiencing as much pain from doing so as you're protecting yourself from.
I'm sorry for your pain my friend.

[Invisible_kid]

wow i love this, its amazing and very very deep! : )