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Apr 2012
The dark and idle mind
lingers around
looking for dangerous things to do
but darkness surrounds it.
The thought of drugs
and the essence of ***
fill up most of the day’s thoughts.
The thoughts are illogical, lost, but exultant,
Mysteriously slithering, removed from reality,
sickening, every move acted wrong.

The mind controls everything in the body
and the body obeys responds quietly
without making mistakes
the mind may punish it.
The body is restless
but the mind never sleeps
thoughts and thoughts
without conclusion or direction
rumble and tumble
exhausting the body to the limit.  

The dark mind in a frozen cave
dreaming and imagining
miniature and immense elements
that the body can accomplish
yet fails in attempt.
The mind does not have a road map
yet the body must follow
the directions correctly
trudging though highway
and streets of silver
and through the forest of fear
the body stumbles
and come to an ocean or regrets.
Virginia Mbaluka
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