Senescent

Senescent

A Poem by brookey_renae

what 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.

© 2017 brookey_renae


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Added on October 31, 2017
Last Updated on November 22, 2017

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brookey_renae
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I'm just a girl who writes when she's having a depressive episode. more..

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