Aubrey Sandile

Veteran Poet - 1,014 Points [Aeloquent] (15/12/92 / Zimbabwe)

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

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