Nov 13, 2008 15:01
Oft times my mind is clouded
as if a fog has rolled in
and muffled all thoughts
yet today the fog has solidified
and now is a wall
against which thoughts
stand no chance of finding a door
once they hit the solid stone
they fall, and fumble irrationally
toward the doom that is
forgetfulness.
poetry,
poems
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Thanks for putting it into words.
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