This poetic mind <br />is trying to find <br />words to express <br />what causes it stress. <br /> <br />This poetic mind <br />is trying to call out. <br />To know exactly <br /> what the feelings about. <br /> <br />This poetic mind <br />can no longer remain. <br />Conscious, alert for it feels <br />defeated and slain. <br /> <br />This poetic mind <br />is tired of fighting <br />and hoping for calmness <br />after just thunder and lighting <br /> <br />This poetic mind <br />refuses to move foward <br />for it feels all it’s life <br />six feet under has lowered. <br /> <br />This poetic mind <br />whose life did not choose. <br />Feels worthless and careless <br />with nothing to loose. <br /> <br />This poetic mind <br />is getting a grip <br />on reality, on life. <br />back up from it’s trip.<br /><br />Arely Corral<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/this-poetic-mind/
