Poem by Dana Young
Tears, like rain wash my face,
soothing away pain, erasing blame
from my troubled mind.
Seeking peace hidden, so securely in misery.
So much beauty in the past, fading quickly like,
A passing storm. Warm drops of tears, like dew
caress my face, mesmerizing, tantalizing
memories dance across my troubled mind
but move away as I draw near. Vision barely clear.
A veil of sadness hides my heart, conceals my soul.
Forcing my troubled mind to rewind, to a time
of peace,
short-lived as always.
These are thoughts of a troubled mind,
Rewinding memories better off forgotten,
Swapping truth for fairy-tales, viewing the world and its inhabitants as
obstacles.
Too heavy to budge, too huge to go around,
too scary to face head on.
But I must.
Troubled mind or not.
It’s my mind, and it’s the only one I’ve got.
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