My Mind Is A Place

My Mind Is A Place long poem

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My mind is a place, and often I’m told
Those who would venture are far more than bold
Vast twisting caverns of darkness and light
Thoughts in a jumble with no wrong or right
Fear and disorder, perfection and truth
Shouted insanity, whispered as proof
Darkness my lover, my mistress the dawn
A flicker, an instant, a glimpse and it’s gone
Tremendous upheaval, drenched in the rain
Passion is fire and I’m dried by its flame
Worshiping worry with fear in my eyes
Wasting my time just to see how it flies
Thinking such thoughts that never will fit
What Logic? What reason? I think and I sit.
Torment, sweet torture, self-induced dread
Calm on the surface, below? Chaos’ stead
Times of such glory, the light filters through
Plans in the making, great things I must do
Blissful existence in a world without care
Feelings of floating, suspended by air
Screams for the dying, the dreamer has dreams
Visions of nightmare not quite as it seems
Peering from darkness, hidden in light
I can’t rip the image of you from my sight
The sparkle of eyes, the flash of a smile
Devious thoughts weave a web to beguile
Delighted in moments we delicately share
My mind is a web and you’re caught in there.

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Phillip Poythress

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I simply enjoy writing. Mostly fantastical things. Someone once told me that my word choices were poetic so, I thought maybe I would try poetry.
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