SenescentA Poem by brookey_renaewhat is in a mind? white space and black ink or maybe the indigo butterflies coming from the North. time stopping-- ending; thoughts that tumble, so intertwined, that you won't catch if you blink. see the single gladiolus covered in birdlime-- chimes from Heaven, ascending-- never ending-- what is in a mind? I fear I will forever sink to the depths of this black sea; tar,-- ah. there you are. sitting with your back to the wind, wearing that mauve, no, pink-- sipping on absinthe... pink, pink piglets, merry with mirth; silver thimbles, sewing. what is in a mind, alas! perhaps colored bubbles on the brink of explosion-- crystal glasses in ecstacy filled with grape wine. frosted rivers, forever bending. what is in my mind? if only one could think with clear silence instead of the bumbling of bees. once, upon a time, forgotten, as if never knowing.
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Added on October 31, 2017 Last Updated on November 22, 2017 Authorbrookey_renaeAboutI'm just a girl who writes when she's having a depressive episode. more..Writing
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