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Virginia Mbaluka Mar 2013
People know and talk about you all the time
But i don't know you or communicate with you
Is like talking to myself, introspecting my thoughts that never existed

You are like air and wind
People can't touch or feel you
You a ghost
Swerving, interweaving and tormenting
Those who can't see, touch, feel or get closer to know you

I want to meet this friend who is alive but dead
i want to know and understand you but you like a white blank paper
i see people getting closer to you but there is black curtain blocking me
people express their feelings and experience of you
but i'm in another world experience loneliness, joylessness
as i strain my eyes to look for you
the image of you disappear in a thin layer
but how can i see, know or touch you if you never existed
Virginia Mbaluka 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.

— The End —