Vera Sidhwa

Pure - Poem by Vera Sidhwa


My mind is a pure place, desecrated by this world.
My heart is a sweet place, desecrated by some humanity.
My physic is a strong place, worn out by overload.
Myself, I am human.

I don't care for the overloads,
Or the sensory insults.
I care not for the myriads of challenges before me.
I don't care for any difficulties posed in front of me.

My mind remains a pure place, untouched by this world.
Now that I know how to play the game I realize I can win.
I know this place to be pleasant now.
Myself, I am okay now.

Topic(s) of this poem: red

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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, November 10, 2015

Poem Edited: Thursday, November 12, 2015

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