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Che Kenyon Sep 2019
Flashing in my mind of days gone by
Flashes in my brain. I think I’m going insane
Flashing up ahead, am I being mislead?
Distorted mind, distorted high
Distorted mind, distorted life

The ruthless recollection of a moment.
Of innocent wonder
The flash with a wall like stature
The lock of the labyrinth
The stoppage of progression
A holt in mental stability
A Flash of a time past
Which my mind wants to mention
To itself
Flashes of evil
Flashes of greed
Flashes making me internally bleed

The blood of my soul
The slow deterioration of an unstable body
Of words and worry
Enslaved by milk and honey

Loss of life
Paint me on
Wipe it off
Happy until flashes occur
Until they conquer

Mind hears her
Or him, me
Myself
Argue, mash yourself together till the words are written
And the man falls down some more
Until there isn’t anything to drop down to. Not even the floor
And he is gone. As quick as the flash
That lived with him for so long
You’d think his decision was rather rash
But good for him
For the future of his existence is in the hands of
Himself
And nobody else. Not even the darkest of entities
Only him. Only his true form
That has been gracefully reborn
A poem I wrote while thinking about what goes on within me

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