Seán O Muiríosa
Clearly - Poem by Seán O Muiríosa
The mind is the scariest thing I know.
It is not like any darkness.
It is a transparent, life colour
Covering everything I am,
Like a murderous blanket.
It plays its own games to pass the time
Existing as deception, miscomprehension,
Between rainbows and storms.
From the sun-glazed hillside;
The sodden path to nowhere.
They say you should fear the dark,
The darkness of the mind.
What a load of putrid scatology;
It’s from skin to throbbing skull,
Everything that goes with it,
That makes the deep lake slowly ache.
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