Mood Swing Poem by Kyle Schlicher

Mood Swing



darkness
of
night
captured on a whim.

brush strokes
layer
upon
layer,
gathering.

now i can see.

the damage
is limited
to this visual thing.

the mind
determines
good
from
evil.

it is a necessary precaution.

i need this outlet.

breathe in the changes.

(1-17-2016)

Monday, January 18, 2016
Topic(s) of this poem: mood
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