There are deep abysses
In my mind.
Each abyss filled with
A whirlpool of thoughts, memories and senses;
Each abyss actively reliving
The whirlpool of thoughts, memories and senses.
I sometimes fear,
For that day to come
When I might stumble and fall
Into one of the recesses of my mind
And get pulled and lost
In the quagmire of my mind.
Topic(s) of this poem: self discovery, mind, lost
Form: Free Verse
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