Mitzie Holstein

Rookie - 102 Points (August 10 / Jamaica; West Indies)

Mind's Confusion - Poem by Mitzie Holstein

My mind is perturbed
Just like the waters that line Jamaican trenches
After a heavy downpour of rain
Like the water that gushes down the gully
And gets sucked in by the sinkshole that lies at the bottom
Waiting with wide open mouth
Waiting to gobble it up with one big mighty sup
Water that contains pieces of human waste
That boys have secretly passed out on stones close by the pond
Dead leaves banana trees
Old tin cans rooted up from where long buried
Like memories from childhood
A childhood that was good and bad
That's my brain
That's my mind
And when the rains have stopped
And the rushing waters have subsided
The sun will come out and make everything almost brand new
Bad memories will have gone
Or would be sunken somewhere far beyond
Then will I be free to be me
And my mind shall not be perturbed

Comments about Mind's Confusion by Mitzie Holstein

  • Rookie Sameer Ahmed (7/8/2009 5:05:00 AM)

    Human mind is indeed a house of confusions in different
    situations. In the confusion, we still try to live together and
    try to be happy as much as we can and speak without
    uttering a single word. Life is rather a sardine so small
    and we all keep looking for the key all the time that
    juggles us and make us even more confused..... (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Saturday, April 26, 2008

Poem Edited: Monday, February 28, 2011

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