i guess
this might be another poem
about how the mind works...
my mind
is a constant explosion
of fears and doubt
it ticks like a
constant bomb
never knowing
when it will explode
i fear that i
will awake
not knowing who
i am
i doubt
that anyone
would ever
light a fire
to my dying heart
i await
the day
my other half
will take my place
i fear the existence
of not existing
and the death
of a lost poet
where is love?
where is peace?
where am i?
i'm probably dying.
uncertainity exploding at the seams.
(b.d.s.)
Jun 29, 2014
Jun 29, 2014 at 1:52 PM UTC
i guess
this might be another poem
about how the mind works...
my mind
is a constant explosion
of fears and doubt
it ticks like a
constant bomb
never knowing
when it will explode
i fear that i
will awake
not knowing who
i am
i doubt
that anyone
would ever
light a fire
to my dying heart
i await
the day
my other half
will take my place
i fear the existence
of not existing
and the death
of a lost poet
where is love?
where is peace?
where am i?
i'm probably dying.
uncertainity exploding at the seams.
(b.d.s.)
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