A Wandering Mind

Sometimes my mind

wanders on its own

and after a few days

It decides to come home

The places that it's been

It simply can't recall

But since it's return

My brain is in thrall

These marks have riddled

Every inch on my skin

Telling the tale of a fight

My psyche couldn't win

I wish it were clearer

Where my travels went

Which psychological inferno

have my thoughts been spent.

Reviews

[Stephen]

Sometimes my mind
wanders on its own
and after a few days
It decides to come home

~~Beautiful stanza~~ I love this but the rest of`s very emotional as same as your earlier write I`ve read ... This poem`s reflecting the ponds of tears in words, your sweet bleed here into the many verses of your life --- via words indeed. You`ve really got some knacks of writing, Sweety. Great Job!

[poison&kerosene]

I know I am five years late but just in case you do see this, thank you. Thank you for being able to feel my words the way that I was trying to convey them. It makes me feel less alone in this world.

[Stephen]

ah, it's been 5 yrs. long time, huh. good to see u still alive. been a honor reading'ur work & helping u feel less alone. would be looking forward to reading ur latest work. might be hitting u a text after all we have been befriended since long - 5 yrs!