Mind Cramps Poem by Aubrey Sandile
Mind Cramps
Suppression of Ideas
Holding on the unreal like magic.
But I walk on mental tombs
Like an empty vessel.
I refuse nothing
Its all inside, the raw mind.
I don't sleep in case I dream.
Dislocation of mind and bearing signals.
Like vacant rooms
With empty spaces itching.
It all exists own its own
I am a stranger.
I witness slowly as my black hair is cut.
I am fighting within myself.
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4/30/2024 7:09:41 PM # 1.0.0.1119
Amazing expression about the conflicting thoughts in our mind. Thanks and welcome on PH. But I walk on mental tombs Its all inside, the raw mind. I am fighting within myself.